Poem 326 : Rumbling Tower

 Rumbling Tower

                               - T ABRAHAM

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Slow and soft jingle sounds,

Turning to plenty of pounds,

Grounding within the doom,

But hearing a roaring boom,

Which do not bring a gloom,

A noisy shiver is diminished,

Ground became a cold bower,

Doom with the noisy thunder,

Vibrations being felt above,

They get buried and unfelt,

Rumble being heard some time,

Showers to wash away shivers,

A freezing air bringing shivers,

No more to be dull about a gloom,

A final bloom been found around,

Which surrounds forever more.