dark shadows cast thier gloom,
morning twilight beginning to fade
he runs to reason, he rhymes through life
fiddler, fiddler play him a tune
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This was a great poem...he sounds quite stressed...I like 'color the clouds'...that would be beautiful...swirling to the eye.