thunder cracks, bolts flash
dark clouds empty - blue skies pause
motionless, mute; black
About the Creator
Bonnie Webb
Since the age of twelve I always knew that I would write, and I wrote; but then as I became a little older I felt I needed more life experience, so I quit writing. I've now gathered the life experience and here I am, writing once again.
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