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Summer.
The sky at last has wiped the tears
that fell to mourn this day,
now sunshine sweeps the clouds along
to paint her blue upon the grey,
and birds hold words of summer in their song.
The sky at last has wiped the tears
that fell to mourn this day,
now sunshine sweeps the clouds along
to paint her blue upon the grey,
and birds hold words of summer in their song.
Nice
send some here. I miss the rain!
in Hawaii it rained for about 15 minutes each afternoon...
ahhhhhh!
lovely write!
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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Well after I had written it
Well after I had written it the rain began again and stayed all afternoon, you could have had that, we already had more than necessary. If I knew which country you are in I would have sent it across ☔️ Many thanks Sue.
Nice poem !!!
Out here in Kolkata we want rain.... we want the sky to cry, weep whatever... it is really hot & humid... Best wishes ~bishu~
©bishu
You can have some of ours, it
You can have some of ours, it forgets to stop sometimes I think, I hate hot and humid, I'd rather have the cold. Many thanks for commenting bishu. Sue.