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,

We play with the sky.

We wear it like silk-

My friends and I.

A gentle day,

At least, that storm tried.

 
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crisscross

NY

15 years old

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