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Aug 2013
As I lay down on the warm pavement
I gaze up at the sky
And I begin to wait.
The cool nightly breeze whispers in my ear
A sweet little song
And I wait.
The thunder is booming and rumbling along
A muted drum up above
And I wait.
The lightning streaking across the open sky
A light to guide the stars
And I wait.
Then from the sky falls one small drop
Landing on my cheek
I close my eyes and smile.
I am at peace.
Shelby Kortness
Written by
Shelby Kortness  Washington
(Washington)   
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   Graced Lightning
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