Sun & Storms

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Ice cold water

runs through my veins

meeting the tips of every finger

like thunder

after the rain

and yet

sometimes

after the lightening starts to die

the Sun surfaces

from it’s hasty retreat

caressing my frozen bones

making itself a home

 

 

 

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