April
There came a cloud like lady,
Down onto the sea,
Mistily clothed she came to me,
All about me I could see.
She told of things I wished to know,
Displaying things she wished to show,
She said of places we could go
And there we'd watch more clouds grow.
Twigs and rocks and shells we found,
Softly music drifted all around,
And flowering trees and plants abound
With fruits, and grass covering the ground.
A dream perhaps this may be,
I'll only have to wait and see.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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