Thunder


There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say ‘ She asked for storms.’ The entire
World will turn the colour of crimson stone,
And your heart, as then, will turn to fire.

That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy,
When for the last time I say goodbye,
Soaring to the heavens that I longed to see,
Leaving my shadow here in the sky.


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Thunder