This room,
three outside walls;
Rain,
and not the gentle sort;
Windows,
cracked for the breeze;
Thunder
cracks through the air;
Flashes,
Through curtained glass;
Sounds
of cracks and waves;
Silence
In-between it all.
Old and new poetry and doodles from Norman Dziedzic Jr.
Really enjoyed this read Norman. Great piece.
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