thunder is a vicious
monster knocking on
our door.
if it didn't seem so violent;
so atrocious,
if it didn't
d e s t r o y
everything it touches,
it can be seen as beautiful
a dancing fire in the infinite
sky
igniting
and
vehement
and alive
thunder can be a lot like me and you in a way;
ignite, my love,
i g n i t e.
YOU ARE READING
wanderlust.
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