StormsA Poem by Sharp17The lightening, its bright. The thunder, it follows, This amazing sight, can dim all your sorrows. The raindrops, They fall, to the left and the right. The wind, how it moves, such a beautiful might. © 2011 Sharp17 |
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Added on May 2, 2011 Last Updated on May 2, 2011 Author
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