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A silver thread ran through the wind
Winding and twining round and round;
Freedom at last
From a muggy past
Where the air lay heavy and still
And he was trapped as it overlapped
Until, bursting with joy,
He cartwheeled into the clouds
Scattering flaming colours,
Washes of silver and gold,
As he zig-zagged his path
With a tinkling laugh,
Way up high across the sky,
Leaving his grumbling shadow to follow.
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©Denise G Allen, 12 June 2014 10:59
12/06/2014 at 4:29 pm
ha. its a cool thought on the lightning being set free…and it being joy that causes it to set the clouds aflame…..smiles.
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12/06/2014 at 11:27 pm
A flash of inspiration? 🙂
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16/06/2014 at 3:00 pm
This is a rather different one then, Denise.
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