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Poetry & Art

Thunder

The road that had always lead us under

It always made me surrender

These moves are charging me as a public offender

I would be on the other side as the defender

There’s no need to crawl back on the bed

There’s no need to fight what was said

You can blow the fuse inside my head

Ignite the fire inside me when you put the lights red

 

My body’s temperature is burning like thunder

My eyes are sending lightning like thunder

My lips are electrified like thunder 

My voice is rumbling like thunder 

Come let me show you the rain

Come let me take away the pain

Come let me show you how to gain

Come let me show inside my reign 

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by Varlyne Mirabeau

Art is my air and a way for me to feel happy. Poetry is my home away from home.

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