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| credit to Google for the lightning photo |
Lightning will strike.
Most often than not
The thunder will
come
With a roaring
sound.
And every time those two
Will come, you will
shout
Not minding if it’s
Evening or not.
You will cry out
And shout my name.
Those were
My thoughts of you.
Though no longer a child,
You are like a thunder
Who chases the
lightning
In the sky.
Either you want to play,
Or will simply
express dismay.
I hope we will continue to be
That lightning and
thunder
On a stormy day and night.
A relationship
That is endless.
Repeating its cycle
Day and night.
On a dot
The rain will stop,
And as if on cue
Lightning and
thunder
Will go as if they are overdue.
Like my love for you
Invisible but true.