c crisscross NY 16 years old Posts Poetry By crisscross Storm Remains We are watching TV,But the real show is the lightning flashing.We hold our breath,And fears start hatching.The air is strong,And a storm is catching.The next day,
Poetry By crisscross Storm Remains We are watching TV,But the real show is the lightning flashing.We hold our breath,And fears start hatching.The air is strong,And a storm is catching.The next day,