Storm Poem
Storm Poem
As the sound of my heartbeat drum
Scrapes across the land,
I know that the thunder comes,
As you hold my hand.
Although the storm consists of might,
It may become quite beautiful,
The flashing colours and bright light,
Across the land becomes plentiful.
As the wind strums the lightning,
Like a golden harp,
To some it might seem frightening,
To some it warms a heart.
For me, a storm always is,
And never fails to be;
The way the sky and clouds live,
Among people like you and me.
-Ariana Kulikov 2015
Copyright © Ariana Kulikov | Year Posted 2015
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