Weird,
It's not the
Electrifying
Bolts of light,
Sent from the heavens
That scares people
It's the loud noise,
That cracks through
The air,
That sends,
Little children,
Running,
To the safety
Of their mothers
Arms,
And makes
Them,
Screech and hide
Under white covers,
Following its
Older sister
Thunder warns everyone
About the danger,
Of her relative
Dark clouds,
One signal,
Of the fear
Thunder,
A dark ominous,
Crack, through the air
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Haunted (a collection of poems)
PoesíaA collection of poetry, scary and beautiful. Crafted for these chilling autumn months.
