Nimbostratus over the lake
smoke grey bringing rain
eclipsing the sun.
This one escaped
from a volcano
carrying fire in its bowels.
Smoke from the dragon’s mouth
burnt sienna and soot
hanging low; mirrored.
Over the placid lake
simmering rage
witholding rain.
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Such a picturesque scene written Aboli. Thanks for joining in.
For me, nature is the best poetry and anyone narrating that is the best disciple of nature.
I don’t have any doubt and surely mind if anyone else has. Thanks a lot.
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Such a picturesque scene written Aboli. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks for hosting ma’am 😄💕
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My pleasure Aboli!
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For me, nature is the best poetry and anyone narrating that is the best disciple of nature.
I don’t have any doubt and surely mind if anyone else has. Thanks a lot.
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Haha, I do strive to be a good disciple of nature 💖 Thank you for reading!
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Smoke from the dragon’s mouth, nice one, Aboli. 🙂
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Thanks Kitty 💖 Glad you liked it!
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sucker hole
yet again
count the cabbage
and aboli
be well dear one!~
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I am well 😄 You be well too! 💕
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exactly
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Great imagery 💞
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Thanks for reading 😄💕
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