AS THE CLOUDS ARE CLEARING AWAY,
THE TRESS WITH THEIR BRANCHES WOBBLING,
THE LANDSCAPE FULL OF DISFIGUREMENTS,
SEEN WITH THE COLD EYES.
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AS THE CLOUDS ARE CLEARING AWAY,
THE TRESS WITH THEIR BRANCHES WOBBLING,
THE LANDSCAPE FULL OF DISFIGUREMENTS,
SEEN WITH THE COLD EYES.
THE SANDAL TRESS FULL OF TRUST,
AND THE HUTS FOLD BENEATH THE HILLS,
THE SUN SHINES LIKE THE NEW BIRTH,
UNFOLDING IT'S SAFFRON SHEEN.
- - - - - - - - - -A wonderful poem of HOPE And TRUST, thanks for sharing.
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AS THE CLOUDS ARE CLEARING AWAY, THE TRESS WITH THEIR BRANCHES WOBBLING, THE LANDSCAPE FULL OF DISFIGUREMENTS, SEEN WITH THE COLD EYES. THE SANDAL TRESS FULL OF TRUST, AND THE HUTS FOLD BENEATH THE HILLS, THE SUN SHINES LIKE THE NEW BIRTH, UNFOLDING IT'S SAFFRON SHEEN. - - - - - - - - - -A wonderful poem of HOPE And TRUST, thanks for sharing.