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.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
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