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Forgotten leaves of golden brown distant trees of wind and mist not harming anyone, but playing the old game of run and hide. Across the measurable blue plain flew them orange clouds anvil held high, the colour of fire awaiting the hammer to fall. They came closer, darker behind Father coaxed, be a man 'n never mind the fear before me, which would pass overhead I felt in moments, I'd soon be dead. That small space, where torrents fell trying to drown my memory strike and roar, from dusk until dawn the voice of nature, bellows Her song. For all to hear, and all to fear what might be played next to those listening, all around Her voice reigns over sea, sky and ground.
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May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
Orange Clouds
Forgotten leaves of golden brown distant trees of wind and mist not harming anyone, but playing the old game of run and hide. Across the measurable blue plain flew them orange clouds anvil held high, the colour of fire awaiting the hammer to fall. They came closer, darker behind Father coaxed, be a man 'n never mind the fear before me, which would pass overhead I felt in moments, I'd soon be dead. That small space, where torrents fell trying to drown my memory strike and roar, from dusk until dawn the voice of nature, bellows Her song. For all to hear, and all to fear what might be played next to those listening, all around Her voice reigns over sea, sky and ground.
kam-rayefski
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kam-rayefski
Canadian
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
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