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A rumble in the sky, in the darkest of night
Rain pours down, with no end in sight
Their bodies cry out, such a jubilant sound
Souls have been lifted from under the ground
Up to the sky, on the wisp of a cloud
They cling to each other, faces unshroud
Though joyful, these spirits, as they climb ever high
They tearfully watch, as the clouds start to cry
©Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
dornahainds said:
Again, Fabulous! 🌹😎🌹
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Dorna! 🙂
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Poet Rummager said:
Absolutely mesmerizing!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, my friend! ❤
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Poet Rummager said:
My pleasure, Doritos! ❤️
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Dorinda Duclos said:
I’ll have you know I crack up in the grocery store every time I go down the chip aisle LOL
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Poet Rummager said:
My work is done here! Haha!! Aw, that makes me smile. 😊
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Makes me drool 😀 Just kidding, but I do laugh, even at the commercials.
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Poet Rummager said:
😆😆
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Richard Ankers said:
Loved those last two lines. 🙂
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you, Richard 🙂
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Richard Ankers said:
Welcome 🙂
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Trini Lind said:
Magical! 💖
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thank you very much, Trini!! ❤
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