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| Claps of Thunders |
Star-crossed starlings flee-
Bare bereaved branches prostrate
To God for mercy.
To God for mercy.
Peppy pups cower-
Sorrowful souls to the sky
Stare through the hour.
The rain wouldn't wake-
Walking wind whispers worries
On faces with ache.
Serenity sings-
Unveiled corners entertain
With gags that gloom brings.
Yet rain wouldn't wake
To ease the eerie ether-
Hear claps thunders make.
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