LIGHTNING

Lightning strikes,

Like a camera flash,

And captured in its light,

Thunder rolls in a mighty wave,

Across the stillness of the night,

Shattering the peace of the quiet city scene,

Before the rain washes away,

The fragments of broken dreams,

That lay like shards of glass,

Upon the pavement at my feet,

3am and all that moves are reflections on the street,

Puddles forming rainbow ponds,

Oil and rain combined,

The luckless and the lonely,

Lay in doorways,

Arms entwined.

Lyrick 2018

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