In the dull high stormy sky
Thunderbird is wildly circling.
Darkest heavens with no light
Confuse your mind, lose its meaning.
Black clouds behave like a devil
Smiling to you with all the evil.
Don't take care they only the nothing
And will not do me thunder or something.
I suggest him be my good friend.
Thunderbird! Maybe for this you was sent.
Thunderstorm is cruel of course.
But you and me is a force if we both.
Thunderbird
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2015
Свидетельство о публикации №115012303423
Свидетельство о публикации №115012303423
Рецензии