Terrible excitement
Pleasurable fear
Fills me with life
The storm is coming
Better get inside
The power of Eternal Mother
Inspire my deep hidden senses
Energizer
Defeating our fences
Staying inside
Doesn't prove you fear to die
Just looking the storm in the eye
Is a courage not so often to find
Stay close
My dear
The thunders will again appear
Shaking our souls with—
Sudden flashes
Lightnings that would raise the ashes
Buried deep
But never complete
Always come back again
When the—
STORM
Wakes them...
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Poetry"There is a bluebird messing with my heart What should I do with this little bird? There is a bluebird messing with my heart What could I do with this little bird? I'm turning into a bird, I'm turning into a bird So I will fly with this melancholy" ...
