ThunderStorm
Lighting flashes, And the thunder strikes, I still hear nothing, No sound, Not even through the blackened night skies, Just that of a broken heart, My living pain, The skies grow cold quickly, With each nights drop of rain, And as my body dies, I fade away, My soul travels back to the land of the living, Awaiting to unfold a better day1995, Written August 28th, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 07:27 AM PST, Kade M 0 • 10
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"Lighting flashes,..."