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Slice 206 of 365

Thunder echoes in the skies,
Storm clouds form above,
Moisture in the air,
Wind in the trees.

Lightning jumps and flies,
Black clouds join in love,
Go walking, if you dare,
Perhaps somewhere you’ll meet me.

The dark cotton puff cries,
The earth closes to the dove,
What is right, what is fair,
I won’t know before I flee.

No longer am I bound by these ties,
Enveloped tightly in a glove,
No matter what I wear,
Wouldn’t you agree?

Until tomorrow…