Do you want to hear it?
That I am smitten,
No, hopelessly
In love with you.
Would it give you pleasure
Or would it bring you pain?

I see it in your eyes.
You know, you want
What you deserve,
That I can give.
But it’s a bonnie road
That leads to hell.

This afternoon, the coiled air
Struck out at the searing sun
Exploding into crackling light
and booming rain.
It shook us all.
But it was cool again

Nomad Omnia

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