When lightning strikes and light streaks
Sliced through by the roaring of the skies that weep
My soul cries and my heart bleeds
Thunder screams
And I’m stuck at the seams
I call upon the wind to take me home
Up beyond the clouds,
Where I’ll have heaven be my dome
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PoesiaA bundle of my own poetry pieces. My madness speaking, typed out scribbles.
