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Electric Summer Mist
In summer's heat, where vibrant blossoms sway,
A storm awakens, darkened clouds align,
The thunder whispers secrets of the day,
While lightning's flash reveals the past's design.
Beneath the tempest's wrath, my heart takes flight,
To memories concealed in shadow's veil,
Each droplet falls, a tear of lost delight,
As winds recall the tales of love's travail.
These fleeting moments dance on raindrop's breath,
With every gust, the echoes rise amiss,
A torrent born from joy, now tangled with death,
In summer storms, I find what I can't miss.
Yet in the chaos, beauty's grace remains,
In every storm, the heart both breaks and gains.
Copyright ©
Josh Vaughn
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