Areese Woodson - Diamond

Storm clouds brush across a puddle,
Masking patterns from galleries.
Sighs of thunder drum in the wind,
As the rain illustrates verses coursing through the standing spirits of mirages-
All night long
Come morning,
The rain subsides,
Then the diamond's beams glisten in the sun.

Areese Woodson

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