Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Thunder

You hit me like a deafening sound
from nowhere that goes straight to my chest
I asked the moon but it's not around
Maybe it's in the midst of its rest

You some to my ears as vivid as the song
of nymphs that descend from heaven where you belong
You blind me with a light to tell me that you're near
OH, you're always waking me my thunder

WELCOME

This bog contains English articles ( mostly English Poems ) that are original creation of the publisher. Any issue regarding the posts may be raised here