
Gray clouds hover in the midst, Ready to share their gathered gifts. Chills run through the humid air, Abundant gift of life, they share. Dark storms visit and pass through, Welcome the passing to see bright blue. Life cycles through the wet and dry, We continue growing with each try. Welcome all the bright and dark, Embrace all adventure you embark.
Cool! It’s cloudy and rainy here and your poetry makes it brightly appreciated! π
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Wow! That was wonderful to read!π
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Beautiful poem!
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Thatβs a wonderful poem and the picture too ππ€
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Thank you π
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