his eyes were the sky before it storms
his tongue was golden lightning
his voice was low thunder
and i liked dancing in the rain.
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Poetryfor short stories, poems, or other ideas that have gotten away from me. [#127 poetry, #258 short story]
p: thunderstorms
his eyes were the sky before it storms
his tongue was golden lightning
his voice was low thunder
and i liked dancing in the rain.
