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Behind Every Cloud

As the dragon roared across the sky It seemed to grow another eye Hiding from the dragons flame I could see a lady, head bowed in shame She lifted her arms as in supplication Holding them up for the duration The dragon roared past the lady of shame Ignoring her plea and let loose his flame We waited to see if a champion would come And deal the dragon a blow If he did would the dragon succumb? These things we need to know To the side she fell and rolled away It was then a dolphin came out to play It leapt and swam before our eyes These wondrous shapes that filled our skies I held my breath spellbound for sure My little nephew wanting more He pointed out a cat with no tail And I saw a racing car growing a sail The show was over the clouds turned grey Another shower on our summer day The stories it told for the morning so grand As my little nephew held onto my hand The magic of the clouds above The ever changing scene they play So much amused and fascinated us We will be back to watch another day © GG 15/08 2013

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Date: 3/26/2015 4:37:00 PM
here again Mandy, having just seen this on your site,,and i have read it before,,, yet like your clouds your poetry is magic,,,more people here on soup, could learn so much from reading what you write
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Date: 3/27/2015 3:23:00 AM
Hi there thanks I think my new version on my site is just that bit better though xx
Date: 12/10/2013 12:20:00 AM
What simple pleasures as this that seem to have vanished, replaced by game consoles, tablets and smart phones--children having crises when the power fails and never thinking to go outside and enjoy just looking at the clouds. Well writeen.
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Date: 12/2/2013 12:55:00 PM
Oh, this is amazing poetry Mandy, holding one from the very start till the end. The magic of the clouds may be ever changing, but your poetry, just goes from strength to strength,,just love this's
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