Twenty-nine Syllables on a Sunday

A photo of dark clouds hanging over the ocean with a poem overlayed on the photo: The thunder and lightning are hanging low tonight It feels like the bolts are next door and the rumbles are just to the right

The thunder and lightning

are hanging low tonight

It feels like the bolts are next door

and the rumbles are just to the right

Published by writerjax

writer. publicist. singer. violinist. blogger. socmed geek. foodie. traveler. zesty.

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