There are times
As if my soul
Ventured where
Angels hold
Titan dreams
Amidst the clouds
Reciting verse
In words aloud.
To touch a rainbow
Feel its need
Its fleeting time
Its arch of steel
Its very fibre
To the core
Its beauty perched
At Heavens door.
The closing storm
Its eyes of grey
Its snarling force
To snatch away
The sunshine in
Its golden gown
The violent rain
To hit the ground.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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I love the wording meter and rhyme of this poem a fave
most kind, always appreciated, thanks
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