a lightning flash answers its call
the rain pours down, sheets of pain
its not cleansing, its just wet
each lightning streak flashes a memory
each thunder clap imparts a fantasy
dredging it up from deep within
it's just a storm and you're still gone
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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