thunder
rattles the windows
breaking the silence
that rattles my mind
the storm outside
will eventually break
but i fear
i am already broken
swept away
down the gutter
like a piece
of colored string
thunder
rattles the windows
breaking the silence
that rattles my mind
the storm outside
will eventually break
but i fear
i am already broken
swept away
down the gutter
like a piece
of colored string
Oh! This!! Yes. I love this.
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Yes Mike, We can hope! You are indeed a precious soul! Your words keep many at Bay? Though not those who know your sensitivity. Shhhh …π
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Our secret
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Ah Mike, storms do clear, They Do! Look out and up…see the ‘colored string’ … A rainbow! π All good things come to a ‘Beginning’!
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we can hope.
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