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PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS
(If Mother Earth could speak...)
I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies,
the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh.
I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees,
branches of life filled with wonders to be.
I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze
blowing soft, whispered tunes over ever-changing dunes.
I am stars in the heavens sailing high overhe...
Monday 20th July 2015 3:58 pm
STORM FRONT
Away in the distance on a cold dreary night,
the horizon is lit by flickering lights.
Storm clouds as black as the darkest heart
and lightning tears the very air apart.
A grumbling mass of swirling bile,
the silence, the earth, the night to defile.
Like distant portents of desolate doom,
sorry shadows of a dusk too soon.
The dull silhouette of the thunderheads mas...
Friday 10th July 2015 12:03 am
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