The waning day reflected
lightning shattering the distance
Darkening indigo horizon
competing with the setting sun
The night would be a wet one
of bass drum crescendos
Bright penetrating bolts
lighting a flickering landscape
Stoic Poetry
Horizons
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 