Crackly tagging twigs
Tattling on the rain
Miced up in the skies...
Thin, thin disguise!
Catch me if you can!
Oly, Oly, kick the can!
Tween the clouds,
Grey the clouds,
Stay the clouds
Just a little longer,
Tad of time more.
Rain-set my eyes,
Then, let it pour...
Completely captivating. The last stanza is superb. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
I danced through that poem it was magical 10 impressed Chris
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I would like to translate this poem
A vivid delight. You can hear the twigs snap and the pattering of the rain even when your eyes tell that skies are clear.