Thunderstorms

The motion is what moves us,

Infidelity to earth,

The joy of thunderstorms,

Cleansing pain and discontent

With gleeful disregard

And reckless veneration

of what passes.

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© Copyright Stephen Evans © 2017 All Rights Reserved.

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Thanks, Di.
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Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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