The sun shone... and
the icicles wept
to tell their sad story, drip by drip.
How long ago,
when they were small droplets,
they were mustered into gather clouds
by the weather chiefs,
blustered about the sky,
blown to cold North,
until at last forecasted,
when they were bullied to tears.....
enough to drench that freezing day.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
The sun shone... and
the icicles wept
to tell their sad story, drip by drip.
How long ago,
when they were small droplets,
they were mustered into gather clouds
by the weather chiefs,
blustered about the sky,
blown to cold North,
until at last forecasted,
when they were bullied to tears.....
enough to drench that freezing day.
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