September sang to me,
the most delicate song.
Upon the cool night air,
a quiet strom emerged
from out of the fall sky.
This was the most amazing storm,
as it whispered thunder in my ear
and hypnotized me with the fire
from the lightning in it's eyes.
It caressed me with soft rain drops
and all the while, it's wind blowing
down my guarded emotions.
Fear and excitement filled my
entirety,
as I was drawn so deeply
to lay forever with this
masterpiece.
September sang to me,
the most delicate song,
with a quiet storm
that I now call home.
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Author:
Lostinthisworld (
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Comments1
Wonderful write may that storm stir up more words in your mind.
Thank you! I definitely hope it does!
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