Thunder
He runs with the deadly, sublime thunder
Burning through misty fixed air with predestined might
Loving the look
And the howling sound of rolling light
He curtails his body to its quick movement
Blending into the explosive glow against the expansive night
Never knowing where he will end up
But always ready for another fight
Passionate fury strikes ripping through calm sky
Like a thin veil stretched too tight
But he’s only human
So his endurance is tapped sometimes
An electrifying dose of power energized a cunning mind
A feeble body is left working in overtime
Nevertheless… when the shock dips down under
He runs with the deadly thunder
Love always, Esha ❤
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