Imprinted Rondine
Imprinted on that electric summer,
a raw current carried down to my bones.
That trepidation of hearing hail stones,
the dark lights in the sky are a stunner.
Breath I must exhale begins to stir,
creating the very lowest of moans
imprinted on.
Awakened I roar now with the thunder
deluxe collaboration of dark tones.
Unearthly echoing monstrous cyclones
filling me with overwhelming wonder
imprinted on.
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