Hazael and I were looking around
Just then a loud thunder sounded
Followed by a lightning so bright, a hound
A rain followed left astounded
Instead of running I lift my head up high
Relished the freezing rain drop
Hazael could do nothing but sigh
Lifted his shirt up for he said "It's my favorite top'
We then laid down the grass
While we look into each other's eyes
Hand in hand no stars there was
I've never seen a blue so bright, clearer than ice
So I asked "When will you return"
Hazael smiled the sweetest
Then he answered "When the world is ready for our son to be born"
A tear slipped down, when will the world rest
05/27/17
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Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
