joi, 5 august 2010

Lightning strike

Even when we are tossed away,

As after struck by lightning,lies only pain,

We never cease to wonder,wonder in vain,

How can lightning fall without a drop of rain.

Soon after,the sky cries with water in its wound,

Flooding yet cleansing,with clouds eager to show.

This view,only but a coin in nature's purse,

As we are all,nothing but spares in a greater plan.

The rain stops and the clouds retreat,

Thus I abbandon my shelter,standing on bare feet.

It's quiet,but the view is deceiving,

As with a thunderclap,I...

See my final light.

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