Ode to thunder (the fourth song to poet).
Dark clouds covered the sky wantonly
It must be breaked up by the thunder restlessly
The roll of the thunder
Must be launched by elves of lightning
Elves of lightning is the angel of the Big Bang of the universe
I would become to the thunder
Shook the earth in the roar
Cried and rained tears
The earth was purification in the rain of tears
I would perish when tears dry up
The sun was recalled
And Watched the sky
Where the silence was
Our echoes would be eternal
The wind and my soul
After the same tremble
And sighed
Blowed over the vicissitudes of the earth
(14:00 August 10, 2007 thunderstorm, day seems like night,
The first draft of 14:25-14:28, night 12:00-12:15 revising)
