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sweet thunder cries

  • December 16, 2020
Courtesy of The Old Farmer’s Almanac

here, and dye 

all o’er the cities blue 

– Past the fading sky hues . 

a dark shadow rises from the east,

brews cold smoke into

whispering waters seeping into my sleep

sweet thunder cries

in the sea of a thousand peoples

raging in a strike

,formation unwavering 

Marching in sync,

to the pulsing ache inside your head

sweet thunder cries

here, and bye 

till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

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