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Like a storm, passing by
Quickly, taking all in its path
Leaves on the trees, rustling
A low pitch whistle, their cry
Of forceful air, as they gather
In a swirling dance, rhythmic
Sending them spiraling
Into places unknown
Much like the night
After the rumbling thunder
Has long been forgotten…
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Trini Lind said:
Beautiful writing!! 💖💖
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Trini! ❤
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dornahainds said:
Awesome! 🌹😎
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much 🙂
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Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister said:
Amazing verse, Ms. Owl.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you so very much, Ms. Red 🙂
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Ohhhwillow said:
One can only dream of what the next day brings with the change of the weather 🌪
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you 🙂
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