The Last War - far from world-ending
This thunderous rain, for spite
Shocks on first hearing
Know the hour of it already
Will then be nearing.
Gently, all senses beguile.
Earth, child-like, renewed.
Bubbly flashes; bleats, as slick by.
As joyous pursued.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2024
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