Thunderstruck
How lovely is the lightning that leads to relaxing rain....
As the thunder rumbles away my pain....
My heart is pure, my soul unstained, yet I cry all the same....
Tears of joy? I remember not, most oft tears of disdain....
I shed them as I smile gently, for they are mine to claim.
Copyright © Olin Poems By | Year Posted 2012
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