not sure

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    not sure

     gray clouds with silver lined skies
    call to my blue emerald eyes
    a waking dream of thunder heard and lightning seen
    comes to me my fondest memory
    as storm winds pick up my melody
    their loving touch flows with me
    my feet riding high
     as i laugh dream and cry
    the rains shouted promise against the lightnings loud protest
    draws awe to my mind as
    thunder crashes the time
    the wind picking up thrilling me with its roar so loud
    as i shout to the clouds
    bring my thunder loud
    my beloved lightning from your clouds
    and my rain to me
    my sweet raidens love for me.

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    SilverGirl commented on not sure

    12-13-2009

    One of my very favorite things are thunder storms.. I meditate to a cd called Roaring Thunder.. It brings me peace.. and takes me to far off places.. places if not for the raging sound of thunder, I shall probably never see.. I love this one.. Hugs SG
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    Artie commented on not sure

    06-28-2009

    This poem describes me perfectly! I love storms! There is so much excitment in the wind, that everything it touches reacts to it. A symphany plays within the thunder, and nourishment in the rain. Great write. 10 from me.
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    Bethane1978 commented on not sure

    06-15-2009

    Very good poem. Very descriptive. I like it. I think this is a great poem. Please keep writing so I can read these kinds of poems. I enjoyed it.
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    bforibus commented on not sure

    06-15-2009

    i do like the thought and the orginality in it. it started with a flow and then started going all over the place. if thats what you were trying to do then u succeded. great job but the imagery was very well done
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    passionsdance commented on not sure

    06-15-2009

    sounds to me like a cry for freedom . I dont know .... maybe a bit of angst . I like it . Its creative and can speak in many ways
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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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