Stormy Night
Coldest night, windiest blow..
Thirst of me is getting to grow..
Sweetest sight, prettiest snow..
Blur of him is creating slow..
Fearest insight, rarest trow..
Feet of me are flowing below..
Darkest bright, mystifiest woe..
Moments of him are thundering glow..
Copyright © El Sid | Year Posted 2016
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