You will hear thunder and see my face in the lightning's after glow.
And the waves that reach up and out from the sea,
Thunder and storms, this life you have plucked forth from my dream's.
The rim of the bowl,
The colours you see as the rain blows in from the north,
Then comes the cold and your heart once red beats no more.
He I have told, those words I fortold, have now full circle come around.
Thunder my love you have heard and the ground can not hide what I've said,
Though in vain in the night's still, I climb up the ladder to touch and to feel.
Each night when the thunder by you and when my shadows embraced.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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