I rock in my chair
In the balcony grilled
Imprisoning me in thought
The setting sun tries
Hard to reach me
Through the lightning
Through the thunder
The clouds block the rays
Like that feotal thought
That is developing within
Lightning thoughts
Thunderous thoughts
Blocking its birth
When the skies clear
And this rain stops
The rays will get to me
The thought will grow
The thought of love
There are wars to be won
There are hearts to conquer
Sans blood
Sans hate
And then i shall bask in the glory
Of everything bright
Of everything colourful
This nature recreated
Just for me.

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