Thunder

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I feel like this poem has many meanings.

Initially when I wrote it, I had felt a bit annoyed at the loud booming of voices that were heard that didn’t have any real substance.

But now I read it and I feel sad, for someone whose impact is no longer what it once was. For it could also be someone who was a bright light in life but the memory of which remains as an echo of thunder.

What did you initially feel in reading this?

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