Storm
the rain is fallinglightening strikes in the distance
i sit in a puddle
but i do not mind
her hair hides her face
but her smile and laughter shines through
even though the storm continues
it seems so calm with her
Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2008-02-13 at 07:26
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