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About This Poem
THE COLD TEARS OF CLOUDS
At dusk one remembers
the bleak solitude
of sunless clouds and dark sea;
in mid-altitude
winds lash them and wheeze...
as trees are being drenched with
the cold tears of clouds.
Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
" Wonder Of Dusk In Seguilla "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 9/28/2012
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