The Storm
Thunder Rolls, my soul echoes its sentiment.
My Spirit is dark and gloomy like the sky.
A memory strikes, an illuminating moment.
My heart fissures painfully,
I close my eyes against the agony, but the vision is vivid.
I see lightning flash behind my eyes
The rain begins to pour...
Copyright © Danielle Curl | Year Posted 2010
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