ThunderA Poem by A.A
Peace.
Absolute quiet. Thoughts. The whispering of the wind. The rustle of the leaves. Thunder. Dark clouds roll over. The patter of raindrops on my skin. Comfort. Storming. Raging inside and out. Uncontrolled. It's all over. © 2014 A.A |
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Added on August 18, 2014 Last Updated on August 18, 2014 |

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