When Beauty Strikes

When Beauty  Strikes and lightning  shatters being and purpose 

Redefining  it’s meaning to suit my soul and desires

Tasting the Rain upon my tongue, a welcome quench of thirst

That I would sow these seeds and forever be lost in its garden


-Bay-

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