Petals and Prick

PAP 11: Thunder

Roaring in the midst of sky
Drumming its clear loud sound
Vibrating everything around
Making hearts astound

It keeps roaring above
Making me afraid to just walk through
With trembling weak knees
Somehow, I feel disabled

With my fast beating heart
Somehow I'm clearly forgetting
It is always your thunder
I'm terrified of falling.

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Miss Heartstrong