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Stephan Of Lindau

CLOUDLET and THUNDERLING

CLOUDLET and  THUNDERLING
 
 
cloud mountains
parenthesize the west–
blended sky.
 
 
Thunderling
was wondering
what trembling
was for—-
 
 
Thus Lightning spake:
It’s how rain
opens its door!

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open Asian form; fabulistic; chiming;Thus S.Z.; weather personified;

#AsianSz;Chiming;ThusFabulistic;Form;OpenPersonified;Weather

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