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some thought her to be a daft, a fluke

that entrancing vision for a moment in the night

waltzing across the dark sky with her long flowing

hair so full of overly brightened light

perhaps she was just a dream but more so like a

nightmare dreamed up in the eyes of those fierce

cloud like hounds

meant to scare the absolute day lights out of all

walks of early life throughout the spanning years

with her murdering sounds

she was and still is though an eye catching

enigma

the beautifully fair winded

Thunder Storm.....................

(April 16, 1994 am)