Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Poetry Post

The high mountains
Cover the dry deasert
Wise owl's
Roam the sizziling sky's
with clouds that are soft as snow balls



     
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  1. englishmusingsApril 5, 2013 at 11:08 AM

    Nice simile in that final line--I definitely get a mental picture there.

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