A timid tapping,
A raucous rapping;
Salvation calls from above.
A rumbling, a roar,
Calls me out my door
To the unknown, cast in shade.
Her electric smile,
Flashing all the while
As if for her I was made.
A tickle, trickle,
Then sliced by sickle,
The sky engulfs me in love.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
A timid tapping,
A raucous rapping;
Salvation calls from above.
A rumbling, a roar,
Calls me out my door
To the unknown, cast in shade.
Her electric smile,
Flashing all the while
As if for her I was made.
A tickle, trickle,
Then sliced by sickle,
The sky engulfs me in love.
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