Some golden light, I started a poem sitting
beside the open window, and then a cloud
floated before the Sun, and I wrote hidden
by the white, before thunder struck, in
the distance, and faltering, stopped until
the cloud sailed away, unleashing the Sun,
and hesitating, continued, released after
thunder struck, before the thunder sounded
again, another cloud sailed before the Sun,
and my golden light came and went, like
the thunder rumbling in the far distance,
and words came and went in my mind,
and none stuck but these.
11.08.2024
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