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Prancing Rainbows in the Sky


We are the children of the dry ground; A dust bowl of empty arid fields is all our eyes espy On barren land …our voices cry Clouds darken as we watch the sky; Carousel dreams of balloons filled with water ready to burst … our voices sing! Romping the horizon, riding high… Thunder prances its hooves as lightning ripples our rainbow visions! …our voices rejoice! Dissipating dreams of children’s wishes… Merry-go-around horizon winds chase rain laded clouds from our view …in unison we sigh We are the children of the dry ground… Hope remains within our vision Waterless day dreams evaporate our vision … our voices cry © Debra Squyres

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Date: 6/4/2015 2:40:00 AM
I enjoyed reading this today :)
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