Silver Lining

Tue, 07/25/2017 - 18:58 -- ACME

The sky is rumbling loud,

Grey are the looming clouds,

Across the heavens are flashing lights,

Illuminating the moonless night,

Through the lights and sound,

I can see the stars, heaven bound,

It may take some finding,

But they call it a silver lining.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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