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Clouds

Silver'd whisps, diaphanous, floating 'neath the ether, flying high like prophesies from God. Black forbidding masses rumbling out their message, jagged bolts of lightning rend the air. Innocuous or deadly, oft they're in disguise; it would behoove us all to heed the skies.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/3/2009 2:49:00 AM
Indeed! And like Stacey, my head is always in the clouds. :) Love, Kristin
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Date: 1/2/2009 7:47:00 AM
Wonderful imagery in this deep write. I love the word "behoove". Like I've said before, I love the diversity in your beautiful writes. Love, Robin
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Date: 1/2/2009 7:04:00 AM
Amazing imagery here. I love approaching storms but I also heed your advice in last verse. Love, Shar
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Date: 1/2/2009 6:25:00 AM
Great imagery in this one Keith. This poem reads very dark. Great write..Chris.
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Date: 1/2/2009 6:01:00 AM
Terrific visuals in this piece and the tone and flow are simply perfect, adding to the impact and relevence of the subject matter. Very well written. Michael
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