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Nov 2016
My muse...
You have returned
In your purest form
A screeching
And thundering roar
Oh my sweet muse
Drench me in your tears
I have thirsted so long for your touch on my lips
Quenched...
Your cataclysmic sounds
Deafening
Yet now I can finally hear
I can see
I can breathe your life again
I am alive

Thunder
Lightening
Rain
My muse
You have returned.
Elizabeth Burns
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Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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