The clouds come down

Wake up one morning

And the clouds have come down

O the joy!

To be in the clouds up above,

A feeling so serene

Yet the clouds come down

It gives a realization so surreal.  

The fields are damp with dew
And the dawns billow with cold,

The air is pale like a ghost

The streets cry of dust

Green grasses change to rust, 

The leaves wither and drop

The wind grips and wrinkles the skin
And the lips shiver and break
The windows all sealed, 
Under these winds we shall still hold fort

Till the clouds are lifted off again.  … More The clouds come down

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Beauty at Dawn

When he told her the most beautiful time of his day was when he watched her sleep, she couldn’t imagine how raw she must of being in her sleep. When he told her she was most beautiful when she wakes up, she couldn’t imagine how crude her face must have been. Yet, all through her … More Beauty at Dawn

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