There are many words

One may not say

Not many feelings

One may convey

Like clouds in sky

May fall in rain

Or may just be

Blown away

By murky winds

And violent storms

That may come


Feelings are feelings

They never go away

Always Waiting

To fall as rain

And lose themselves

On the ground

To flow as streams

Or a muddy slush

Softening the rocks

To sprout new ones