the scent of a storm
the smell of the rain
the sight of the lightning
zen to my brain
Close my eyes
My feet just out of reach
Of the water that’s falling
the gust of wind, pulls me in, whispers of my name it’s calling
the joy the storm, rain, lightning , thunder and all
has me applauding, singing for a curtain call
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Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2024 23:04
- Category: Spiritual
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