Poem by my 12 year old daughter

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Folks, I was blown away when I read what my daughter wrote

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Thunderstorms feel like soft peaceful misery

Pulling itself upon me

As I remember him

Cold air feels like sharp needles

Fighting their way into me

Smell of sweet scented grass

Moist with the morning storm

Sky...Dark, Gloomy, Grey

Much like how I feel

Thunder rolls like hundreds of horses

Galloping in the wind

And my heart, still very sore and broken

Leaves with the storm.