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A room floods with bright sight
through some weather beaten skylight
Lovingly crafted
by careful fingers of lightning,
with rain and rolling thunder
Perhaps of an evening
not unlike this.
I clamber, climb up through
rotten wood.
Beams like branches –
Supporting no ceiling
but our smouldering moon.
We bask in reflections from rooftops,
Side by side
on slimy green slate
to spy
our approaching sky.
All at once –
White light
and deep rumble.
A solacious voice,
Wild as wind
Whispers –
"thirty four days".
through some weather beaten skylight
Lovingly crafted
by careful fingers of lightning,
with rain and rolling thunder
Perhaps of an evening
not unlike this.
I clamber, climb up through
rotten wood.
Beams like branches –
Supporting no ceiling
but our smouldering moon.
We bask in reflections from rooftops,
Side by side
on slimy green slate
to spy
our approaching sky.
All at once –
White light
and deep rumble.
A solacious voice,
Wild as wind
Whispers –
"thirty four days".
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this also needs work. help please.
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agree with the other comment, just works. i think its got good balence and rythm and urges you to keep reading on!!