Poems by Gentle Storm

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  • Lost (7)

    What scary place is this? This wilderness vast and...
    I know not of my bearing, or where my journey...

  • Words (5)

    I bleed gratitude in gushes, for the great I Am,
    From the wound inflicted, in shaping the poet I...

  • The Cycle (4) 3

    Nine in the dark, hundreds in the light,
    Why, I ask, do we cry at the first sight...

  • Cleansing (4) 2

    Time runs out,
    Feeling like a trout...

  • The mind says go, but the heart says no,
    The hands hold on, but the fingers let go...