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Poem Number 10701
Behind the rolling purple clouds
Gleams sunlight's brilliant glow;
Beneath the bitter snow
The crocus buds unfold and grow;
And through these dark gray skies, behold
A bending neon bow.
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Despite the shout of thunderclaps,
Oh may this weight of living's grief
Rest lightly on my brow;
Oh may I now
Think long of him - the one I miss -
Come gently to the precipice
But yet not fall.
I wish to feel it all,
Still never tip
Beyond that perilous lip.
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I am sitting here shaking my head yes to this...beyond that words are useless...m.e.
RJG -_ Your verses flow, like a strong river current, and drags us to wherever you wish. Quite a talent. -_ Ed
RJG-this is great and flows along with a determined manner to the end. Jane
love it's beauty & desire & hope--window watcher
ditto m.e. ~T
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