Wind Stream Poem by Justin Clark

Wind Stream



White pine flows in the wind like dancers in a ballet. brilliantly in tune. Bowing gracefully to the violent breath of the sky, a velvet azure blanket, pierced, with gleaming pinholes of twinkling light.

Thursday, January 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: light,sky,wind
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Seph Dent 10 January 2013

Short and sweet. I love the beautiful descriptive language. Keep it up!

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