Lightning explodes, revealing its true nature
The flash, the only warning that it gives
Besides the occasional growl of thunder
Stirring up fear, reminding us, we live
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Sometimes it flashes, far off in the distance
Sometimes crashing closer than expected
Sometimes it winks and dances hints of romance
Only to burn and ravage it’s rejected
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Always demanding awe and unknown wonder
It never fails to show its wielding power
Awakens from the spell it casts you under
Comes and goes at any given hour
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Love strikes the heart, much in the same resemblance
Flashes burn hot, branding raw and bold
Never saying please, nor begs forgiveness
Once red hot the next it’s freezing cold
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Love the comparison
Brilliant!!!
lot of truth in that last line. Well done, my friend.
Beautiful, and that last line is so truthful ❤️
I love storms, so long as no one gets hurt. I don't believe this storm is one of those. Love burns hot. Love grows cold. Love hurts.
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