Storms.
She is my storm rollng in,she is my lightning.
Lights up the sky when she strikes,
it could be frightening.
But i'm not afraid of her light,
she brightens my night,
warms my soul when her clouds roll in.
When she rains i hold her tight because my body is famished.
And when she shines God himself smiles because she is perfect personified.
I love my storm, unpredictable as the weather
disaster or masterpiece, whenever we're together
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2009-10-09 at 00:41
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