A lighting storm rolls over the earth
crashing down in a lone forest where no one heres it fall
the lighting cry's out, "Why have no one here me fall"
The earth laugh at his cry,
wind is blowing hard and slap's lighting in his face
you fool, your lighting not real or even a sprit of life,
your just a flash of light that brings a charge to the ground.
A lighting storm rolls over the earth
crying all the way down with each blow.
Author notes
option one sean as above
A contest entry
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Comments
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A simple and pretty piece, thanks for entering.
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i really love the wonderful take on this prompt i love the feelings and the emotions you have used in this wonderful poem i love how you say that lighting is not even a sprit of life, that is really deeep thank you for the entry, good luck and as always please keep up the wonderful writing, ~Amy
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