Skies of Grey

When the cloud forms a mass of storms
And misery is carried by gust of winds
And those determined to stand still
Are blown like dust and soils

When the red roses seems to loose its color
And all its thorns are shadowed by its petals
All pain will be washed away
Long before rain drenches the ground

When wind whispers
Melancholic melodies to your ears
All the words you said
Is the only thing I hear

When the grayest sky cannot hide
The glimmering shine of the sun
From my eyes which seems to be blinded
By everything else but love

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Authors Note:
I was feeling something that cloudy windy day but I'm not quite sure what it is. So I composed a poem and came up with this, sort of like mixed but unorganized emotions. Anyway, I want to know what you think about the poem. Comment, suggestions, question, opinions...etc They are all welcomed.