A Sat. Share post
When the black shards of the rain
Pierce the gap of the pure cold wind
And the iced watery hazes of pain
Bring her storming into my mind,
I think of the thirsty seeking water
that no thirst can ever truly find.
Brightness drenching the dark
As lightning wanders again,
She quenched my lightnings spark
When once as lovers we had lain,
And her voice coming softly after
was but prelude to the storm
And the dying of her laughter
Was the mist becoming rain.
Looking for her way out
As clouds began to pout
Another stunner of a piece!! :love: