Categories Africa, Poetry and Love Pastoral Poetry rhyme The Winds Asunder Post author By Oke Iroegbu Post date August 10, 2020 No Comments on The Winds Asunder Dark clouds slowly grow and gather, The fast wind starts her grim asunder, Along her path, she flung away things; rooftops and paper So that unhappy owners may come looking for them later Rate this:ShareTweetPrintShare on TumblrTelegramWhatsAppEmailPocketLike this:Like Loading... Tags Africa poetry, Instagram poets, natural poems, poetry, poetsofinstagram, rhyme ← Quotes on Unity → Story: Be there for someone Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.