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He Who
He stood
leaning on the arc of the window
mesmerized by the feeling the rains bring
aware of an unknown sense
picking out rain drops with each unconscious blink
he became aware of a space that sleeps between the buildings
when it rains the air lives
Before him an army of proud buildings
lay down their arms and wept
together their tears flowed
for the society that had born them
The thunder came and rolled through him
he felt the electricity envelope him
fingertips tingling, eyes wide
every hair on his body springs to life
to feed on the energy overdose
Brilliant white streaks are etched into the night sky
nature's spectacle burns deep into his soul
heart racing. blood pumping
he feels an affinity to the energy
he feels alive
The storms soul and his intertwined
he feels content
as if embrace with a long lost friend
defence lost,heart,soul
wide open
leaning on the arc of the window
mesmerized by the feeling the rains bring
aware of an unknown sense
picking out rain drops with each unconscious blink
he became aware of a space that sleeps between the buildings
when it rains the air lives
Before him an army of proud buildings
lay down their arms and wept
together their tears flowed
for the society that had born them
The thunder came and rolled through him
he felt the electricity envelope him
fingertips tingling, eyes wide
every hair on his body springs to life
to feed on the energy overdose
Brilliant white streaks are etched into the night sky
nature's spectacle burns deep into his soul
heart racing. blood pumping
he feels an affinity to the energy
he feels alive
The storms soul and his intertwined
he feels content
as if embrace with a long lost friend
defence lost,heart,soul
wide open
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