It sounds like a clap and may leave a gap. Crack, crack, crack I hear the thunder attack. It's in a bad mood; similar to a loom. Boom, boom, boom you should run to the room. Look at the clock; let the cradle rock. A mystery mock that just won't stop. Knock, knock, knock.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
