Thunder Storm
It was deep in the middle of a knight night
suddenly,began a blithe breeze
the breeze of despondent.
it rose,rose heavily to a terror breeze
the breeze of terror change
the change to a tornado
the tornado of horror in dismayed
the dismayed like a dead horse,
that has been suffer a tease
of extremity droplet rain
I turn,turn to the side my infant brother
the brother that is yonder the night of
the world
snoring,turning,oozing like a cat in
a party of clamor
only a minute later escalated horrible a blasting
the blasting in endless time on our soggy zinc
but recently i rapture with fright thinking of the sleepiest night
the night of commotion
the commotion of unheeding
yet of whome frame my countenance in sorrow
i mumble endlessly in despair at the insane night
mournful i asked to thy helper in subsidition of the mysterious night
pleasant of all humanity tease the same with me.
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