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The Cloud
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The Cloud I am the of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. |
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Beautiful n dark poem, loved it!
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10/4/2010 5:05 am |
love to chat with you sometime
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Neat poem...now take your shirt off. KIDDING! Very moody and smoky poem. Thanks for sharing
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