Bolts of life
lightning fast
Crashing down
from our past.
The memories
will always last.
The storm is rolling on.
Linking, clinging
to another
foreshadowing
the distant thunder.
raindrops beading, dropping under
what conditions spark above.
Teardrops streaking
down the face:
Wrinkling.
a steady pace.
How. when. time. place.
until our time has passed.
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