Another Storm

A storm man they called him
A summer set
A lasting sigh
Of satisfaction
Yet
To miss him
To miss him…
A nail
To keep the heart from skipping
Town
Folk
Always mix up thunder
And lightning
Another storm
I tell them
When my eyes just won’t set
Another storm
I call him
I call him…
A nail to keep the heart from skipping

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