My mind has thunderstorm
that brood for heavy hours
untill they rain me words
my thoughts are drooping flowers
and sulking,silent birds..
yet come,dark thunderstorm,
and brood your heavy hours,
for when you rain me words
my thoughts are dancing flowers
and joyfull singing birds...
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