The bolt of lightning crashed into the tree
and stuck --
Leaves exploded into nuggets of popcorn
covering the ground.
I awoke to find the blue-white shaft
protruding from the tree
like a flourescent erection.
Wading through the knee-deep drifts of white
I plugged my typewriter into the base of the tree
and typed "therefore" at the top of the page.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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