wide open sky
daunted by the master sun,
bright yellow;
forgotten are the old rains,
the clouds do no longer cry…
wide open sky
daunted by the master sun,
bright yellow;
forgotten are the old rains,
the clouds do no longer cry…
HA's Place 
*peers outside at rainstorm* That poem is very inviting.
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Thank you, Charles. 🙂
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