Thunder
- Katrina J. Daroff
- Oct 9, 2019
- 1 min read
Poetry Challenge Week 48
One....
One Thousand
Two...
One Thousand
I count the seconds waiting for a crash.
The sky seems to darken
after the flash
as the seconds tick by.
Three...
One Thousand
Four...
One Thousand
Until a low growl
shatters the sky.
After the storm,
a new light breaks through,
and fractured colors
stream through the broken pieces.
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