Reflection Storm
In the year of the summer of that unbelievably hot year
a man of undeniable charm did on my horizon appear
I believe it was close to dusk that balmy night
when this man suggested we fly a together summer kite
We flew it high, we flew it past the midnight sky
we flew it and never ever did we deny more rope for it to higher fly
I believe it was a moment just like this
when a summer thunderstorm broke out in a steamy mist
I cannot say exactly when or how or why
but the kite rope broke during a frightening lightining stroke
In the year of the end of the hottest hot summer weather
my thunder tears became icicle fears as our kite flying seized forever
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