Trickling Storm

Trickling down the thighs of the thunderbolts
you arose like the next morning dew
but you looked like your sleep habits have changed
and you slowed down quite a bit

you walked amongst the crowds of flowers
soft and guiding, you didnt look back
but you still knew what you wanted
and told me

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