Lying alone in my bed,
thunder rolling in my head,
listening to the sound of the rain,
on my window pane.
With every drop, realise,
Love you more.Yes! Love you more
Tossing and turning in my bed,
Wind howling through my head,
See a lonewolf standing at the gate.
Howling at the moon,
He feels the way I do,
Lost my love to soon.
Sitting at the gate,
While I lie alone in my bed,
With the storm in my head.
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If one is lookig for a Poet, ~ after reading few of Your poems ~ the first word that will strike in one's mouth would be: "EUREKA!"
I liked the rhythmic singing and the lexicon of "Storm". A beautiful composition in poetic excellence.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU