Tag: Emily Brontë
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Brontë in the storm
Darkness billows round me cool breeze of the turbulent sky rattles me But, a spell from a distant memory bounds me And so, my feet–entrenched, will not go The tall, bent trees bear down, their leaves shaking— threaten to break canopy The heavens rumble their agreement And so, I cannot will to go I cry…
MindWraith 