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Summers. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Out of blackest night
I was called to life.
Thunder and lightning wrestled
in the heavens
and in the heat of their passion
I was born.
Within this frigid darkness
I am not alone,
for we are legion.
In a maelstrom of violent winds
we are carried higher, ever higher
until our numbers are too great
for the winds to hold aloft.
Silently, we begin to fall.
Far below a child watches and wonders
as we blanket his world.
Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
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