I wait to
come alive
in raging
storms
when
lightning
blisters the dark
velvet nights
and songs
of thunder
course
through
my veins
come alive
in raging
storms
when
lightning
blisters the dark
velvet nights
and songs
of thunder
course
through
my veins
Leaving for work, the skies dark and full of promising rain, I took a somber moment to avoid stepping on a dead baby bird in the middle of t...
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