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Thunder
Its so hard for Me to tell You
sounds in this life,
hard to explain.. past life rushing back
the willingness to lose hold, and can`t.
but I `will try..
Like painting pictures with every effort
frightened to leave them about,
like something that means something
the roar of a fire consuming it.
Like the memory of a new thing"
that held so much, putting it safely away..
and it then turned to dust,
holding a object in one`s hand..hot..
and cold to the other hand`s touch.
Its hard for Me to explain the sounds in Life,
but they are about..
echoing through the past..finding Us again,
running head-long into the reasoning...
and it`s like.. Thunder.. Vincent
Copyright © Vincent
Thunder
Its so hard for Me to tell You
sounds in this life,
hard to explain.. past life rushing back
the willingness to lose hold, and can`t.
but I `will try..
Like painting pictures with every effort
frightened to leave them about,
like something that means something
the roar of a fire consuming it.
Like the memory of a new thing"
that held so much, putting it safely away..
and it then turned to dust,
holding a object in one`s hand..hot..
and cold to the other hand`s touch.
Its hard for Me to explain the sounds in Life,
but they are about..
echoing through the past..finding Us again,
running head-long into the reasoning...
and it`s like.. Thunder.. Vincent
Copyright © Vincent