Storms The sky’s quiet shade o’ paled blue, Cauliflower’d clouds drift into view. Morning’s softly blown off the shore Till it’s fully gone and blue no more. Angrier shades of darkened grey, Swirling, twirling, rising half a day, Lifting moisture with salt and dust Till all the updrafts in violence bust. Flashing brilliance and … Continue reading Classical
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