Anna AkhmatovaYou will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
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You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. This is a poem by Canadian writer Margaret Atwood that describes love at its greatest intensity. This relationship is timeless and the sky will always be on fire with passion.
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