Lightening

When the lightening...

Bloomed...

Through the morning's cry...

Tell me...

Is this your time?

Is this the...

Place...

To run...

To fall?

Catching moments...

You'll never recall?

Hearing sounds only felt...

Left unseen.

And then...

In your eye...

The flower of..

Memories..

Explodes free.

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