A gentle wind hits my skin As clouds of rain approach I hear a gentle rumblin’ That brings with it a hope And bolt of light that soars on by Illuminates the shade That cover cast by blackened clouds Darkening my gaze I know that simply standing here Will bring me to the eye TheContinue reading “Thunder”
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