writer in a rainstorm
petrichor at midnight
thunder shudders breaking the sky
in bolts of galvanized dust
illuminating the thick droplets
as they start to fall on gossamer wings
somehow still flapping
with the virtue of audacity
darting through heaven's tears
threatening a drowning in ink
should we fall into cliche again
1 comment:
Interesting. is this a question or a statement
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