"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Lightning.

I remember being lightning
dancing with the best;
I was quick of wit
and sharper of tongue.

Those days,
like boiling
tumultuous clouds,
have moved on
taking the lightning
and brooding thunder
with them.
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