(15 May 1887 – 3 January 1959 / Orkney / Scotland)

Free Verse Personification Poem- Sorrow Of Me

When sunsets for night sorrow drifts in, whispering through the trees.
Her gown flutters through the air as she glides over me.
Setting quietness throughout the land,
In a dangerious whisper that gave me shivers.
The despair settled over me, as her calming deadly wrath,
Wrapped me in a blanket of sadness.

by Chantelle Clark

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