Breaking free from rain clouds
The late sun smiles at green hills
Over a flannel gray sea.
Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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I can feel its weak warmth on my skin
Very nice, Emmy.
Thank you Paul. It fell short of what I was shooting for though.
Sometimes you have to settle for a 9 rather than a 10.
I did this time. ;-(