What The Thunder - - Poem by Clinton Siegle
What the thunder said
hot lightening rolling sound
always flashing before the sound
time is but a moment with lightening around
the lightning strikes the ground
hopping wildly around
ever a boom is a blaring sound
thundering lightening strike the grounds
ultimately making a sound
doom are the shrieks on the ground.
Eternity still hears that noisy sound
reality is but a moment in noise all around.
Thundering lightning hits a sound
eternity is but a moment hearing that sound.
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