Falling cool and fast
Puddles reflecting like the finest glass
Shattering quietly, never again to live in the past
Thunder claps out of sight
Echoing the sound of a breaking heart
The lightning not as bright as the poor lost souls blinding light
The storm rages on
Likely to not ever truly be calm
Sorrows song, rhythmic and slow, a drowning tune never far gone
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Lyrical Ink
PoetryThis book is going to be a compilation of my original free-verse poems, poetic journals, and quotes along with my original works of photography added in at intervals as media. Everything I publish is completely original and I own it 100%.
