Flushed dugs
On Every night of thunders
Happens tectonic wonders
A tower standing all erect
Sparks a light so direct
Tower tries to touch the sky
There a cliff craves to fly
cliff has a jive as surface
it puddles inside its own face
on every thunderstorm
jive gets to roam
it shivers with that light
aah the awe of sight
lightening with light of tower
desire of plentiful shower
tower gazes into the mounting
making her suddenly spring
there she wants to collide
it promises a thunderous ride
tower keeps rising with the sound
of jiggling cliff –so smooth and round
even more fascinating was her root
warm and cushiony it appeared – to suit
how the tower craved to locate
himself upon that cushiony state
but there was this distance in between
those facts all flowing in the stream
the facts were little cicadas
jarring all around right through Sparta
how the jarring disturbed this night
aah that tower touching the height
she wanted to touch it too
craving for some caress as woo
he however had some urgency
he was not sure of his fluency
so there he hastened up the tune
and mandolin went out of tune
his sudden jump increased the jarring
there he fell right into that stream
a sudden thunderbolt and the light was gone
the cliff was no more fawn
she became aware of the jarring too
alas!! There was no woo
and yet there was the golden time
when madoline was in sloshing rhyme
so there both gently lied down
watching that faint dawn
wishing for yet another such night
with some other desired sight
On Every night of thunders
Happens tectonic wonders
Mystical Wanderer
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