I conjure forth a booming and terrifying
storm within the confines of my head. The clouds
gather as the wind starts to howl. The trees sway as their
leaves turn upward, hungrily waiting for the drops of rain to begin
to sate them. There is a moment of silence before we see
a bolt of lightning shatter the sky, followed shortly
by a deep rolling thunder that shakes my imagination.
Then
i v
d t e
e w h r
a o o s s
s r u t e
d g o s
s h r
t i
s e
s
They form in puddles in my mind
waiting to be put into vases
where they can nourish
my creativity
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
I conjure forth a booming and terrifying
storm within the confines of my head. The clouds
gather as the wind starts to howl. The trees sway as their
leaves turn upward, hungrily waiting for the drops of rain to begin
to sate them. There is a moment of silence before we see
a bolt of lightning shatter the sky, followed shortly
by a deep rolling thunder that shakes my imagination.
Then
i v
d t e
e w h r
a o o s s
s r u t e
d g o s
s h r
t i
s e
s
They form in puddles in my mind
waiting to be put into vases
where they can nourish
my creativity
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