thunder sounds like the past
why do I listen?
deep moans of the rumble
cause an aching below, one
I no longer yearn for,
but I do. Passion find me
determined, my plea.
Plea of Surmount
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister
Audrey Dawn
thunder sounds like the past
why do I listen?
deep moans of the rumble
cause an aching below, one
I no longer yearn for,
but I do. Passion find me
determined, my plea.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Passion lurks at the ready. It will find you. Super poem, Audrey.
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Aren’t you sick of these poems by now, John? Ha. Grateful for your optimism. ♡
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Well someday it will happen and it will be a treat to read that poem. 😁
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May be rated R by that point. Tread lightly if we ever get there. Ha.
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Hahahaha. Now that is something to loo forward to for sure.
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♡ We have this in common… 🤣
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😂
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Thunder averages out the beautiful, dangerous and often destructive force that came before it. Perhaps that’s where the passion is.
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Sounds of thunder trigger so many emotions. Lovely considering all the possibilities. Thank you, Dan ♡
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Life has a way to send a message it is no longer dormant. I hate it when it does that and I’m ready to sleep.
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G. W. , what a beautiful suggestion. And yes, often when we’re ready for sleep. Is it silly to sound excited at the thought of life beginning again?
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No. It’s never silly, for life must re-emerge. We must shake away our lethargy and let it. 🌝
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Thank you for believing so, GW.
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I truly do. My very best to you, Audrey Dawn!
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Thank you! And thank you for stopping by, as well.
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