Peculiar forms in dancing clouds,
whimsical prancing to illusory conquest,
politely flowing in windy embrace,
amiable offering from above,
as wise eyes see so much more,
kindred spirits to the eternal calling.
To build upon that already made,
sturdy frame stands so tall,
drab day becomes its shroud,
dense swirls of clinging mist,
as sluggish as the hours made,
creeps the flora in disdain,
unimpressed by this now decaying
artifact.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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