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Storm Warning

There are softly spoken warnings muttered in trees, hurrying footsteps, windows being closed. It's headed this way. Be quick….hide. I fear that what is coming will find you and all those things that had moved so gently, so delicately through this lovely world only a while ago, will be lost.

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Di11y Da11y

Date: 11/26/2023 2:34:00 PM

I feel a freeze response occur just from reading of the suggestion. Well written Paul - concise yet full of emotion about the hidden fear that snakes around causing disquiet.

Paul Willason
Date: 11/27/2023 4:17:00 AM

Thanks DD for yr comments...sharing the reaction. As always, value your support.

Mat Ignacio

Date: 11/25/2023 9:33:00 PM

i like the flow of this, delicate, ominous, nice intro

Paul Willason
Date: 11/27/2023 4:14:00 AM

Pleased that some of the foreboding came through. Many thanks Mat for giving the poem a little of yr time...very much valued. Paul