May 2014
Crashing of the morning rain
Harshly Bruised the window pane.
I lie in bed only to rise at the bellowing of thunder.
Clarity has run off at the bellowing of thunder.
Only when I gaze out the window
Do I realized the morning has been
Dry and silent.
Harshly Bruised the window pane.
I lie in bed only to rise at the bellowing of thunder.
Clarity has run off at the bellowing of thunder.
Only when I gaze out the window
Do I realized the morning has been
Dry and silent.
Hello Fellow Poets ^-^
21.May.2014
21.May.2014
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)
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