Base Note
BASE NOTE
In gray and moist banks of wet promised bliss,
we watch the clouds scowl in ominous pout.
Their gray heads collide in bumps that won't miss,
and all the creatures at home, won't come out.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 5, 2016
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
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