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Thunder Clapped Dreams

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Dreams always seems longer than they are.
What feels like a second or two,
turns out to be hours long.
How that happens in that mysterious mind
I may never find the answer.
But it will continue to mesmerise me.
Lightning strikes this dreary cold night
and the thunder follows close behind.
I see my final flash for the night
and listen to the last boom till morn.
Now, I'll close my eyes and slip into sweet serenity
of peaceful thunder clapped dreams. . .



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