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Green Clouds # 4
Where the green clouds gathered to rend,
the storm has passed with its colored raindrops
There are no more wondering sensations of spring
And youth is spent against the shore of similitude
There was no sudden cease of wind and war
only the slow dying of battle with the night
Now it is easy to flounder in the shadows
without the boon or delight of my troubles
The shock and words were once poetry most high
It is easy to forget that I was still human then
Eager for the storm again, I must run quickly
to catch what I seek, or forever chase the wind.
poem
by
Poet Dragon
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