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Beclouded

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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
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lobear 03 August 2019
how many form that poem have
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* Sunprincess * 15 June 2016
.......dear poemhunter, this is the exact same poem as the one listed titled, the sky is low, the clouds are mean ?
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Angelina Holmes 06 May 2014
Such vivid imagery. I love it.
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