Tuesday, October 05, 2004

THE STORM

Ravening thunder rumbles
your image turns inside my head.
As dark clouds come rolling in
Lightning hurling images
piercing right through my mind.
The raindrops start falling
I long for your hand on mine.
The winds come whirling through my window
sending chills deep inside my bones
I wish you were here with me
to ease these storms inside my head.



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