A #poem For Thursdays... Thursdays Ponder Clouds thick and dark sit, longing filled on horizons edge, waiting to release the heaviness they hold. As I too wait and watch my heart this day not so bold. A streak of maize, golden glaze, above horizon's haze, day waiting to unfold. what it brings depends upon the winds my dears. Always the winds..... how they blow, while we mortals wait and wonder, less than a second to the wind.
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