In thunderstorms

Summer days ending in thunderstorms,
Friendships ruined by time ( and by others)
The strong arms of mothers,
Getting weaker in time.

The death of a flower before it has bloomed.
Life is such. There’s no reason. There’s love
And there’s treason, but life starts over again:
In a thunderstorm, in the strong arms of mothers.

Comments on: "In thunderstorms" (2)

  1. David said:

    Lightning!

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