<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400331" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>With blazing, electric blue thunder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(after Pablo Neruda) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With blazing, electric blue thunder<br>the morning is alive in this summer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind tosses the threatening clouds like washing<br>torn from the line, waving goodbye without hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mouthless harsh voice of the wind <br>howls right through our blissful silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thunder bolts rock exploding in bright white light<br>while the wind rips leaves, branches and trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if in remembrance of long gone battles and wars<br>while it tosses squalls of pattering buckets of rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sounding like the roar of a havoc orchestra<br>from the very gates of destruction, right from hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while big oak trees sway as if only twigs, <br>some topple torn right out from their roots</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and against me storm tossed in passion you are laying, <br>coming weightless full of fiery blazing desire, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with tender sweet lips that are kissing bringing bliss<br>and outside the wind roars as if its power is endless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: “Es La Mañana Llena” “The Morning Is Full” by Pablo Neruda.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400331" data-title="With blazing, electric blue thunder de Gert Strydom" data-description="(after Pablo Neruda) With blazing, electric blue thunder the morning is alive in this summer. The wind tosses the threatening clouds like washing torn from the line, waving goodbye without hands. The mouthless harsh voice of the wind howls ri..."></div> </div> </div>

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