Sometimes I take out this Poem that I wrote many moons ago as a remember of what love is. It fills me up with joy and I put it away again until the next time I feel I need it.

…when lightening strikes.

Trees swaying in the wind as lightening flashes across a once darken sky. Kaboom goes the thunder. Then, as fast as it started, the storm stops. Storms are are sometimes refreshing.

I wrote this just because.

Nobody should make you timid.

Black and blue, bruises, death.

A boy talks about his lightning-strike experience.

What do you fear?

What lightening is.

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