POEM: The Flood [a Triolet] Posted on November 17, 2020 by B Gourley The pounding rain will ease, but still the flood follows. The gale becomes a breeze. That pounding rain will ease! And stillness tames the trees while runoff swamps the hollows. That pounding rain will ease, but still that flood follows. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
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