That One Poet Kid
Monday, March 28, 2016
The Lightning
The lightning strikes,
Are all I have.
In this empty world,
They light my way.
All I have,
Is a dangerous thing.
But the rain is cold,
The wind is brittle,
And the thunder,
Is the price I pay.
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