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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Thunderbrace

Tender skies trembled,
The terra tasted rain,
Thunder ravaged,
The tearing rage of
Tempest swept over,
The tangled trees,
The incessant thirst quenched
In that torrid dance.

Linking with Blogging from A to Z Challenge : April 2014

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