Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol. 33 Contest...posted 21 May 25
[Verse 1]
Most folks flinch when the skies turn black,
Shut their doors, never once look back.
But I’ve always loved a storm’s bold rise,
The holy hush before the skies.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ll stand barefoot on the porch alone,
Let lightning carve the clouds in stone.
Each drumbeat closer, wild and strong—
It’s more...
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