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Tue 6 Jul, 2004 07:23 pm
White the angels passing--
Silences in moments and shadows,
Telling winds are stirred and wake.
Darkness as they pass.
Yellow skies fold over blue fields,
The soft ocean stares down at the wind,
At the silences perfected.
The black of day fades,
The air cools to white.
Failing winds are stirred and awake perfection.
aAHHH Ukraine, my family home.
I like it, very nice. Poetry in relation to the elements are always my favorites.
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