The Voices of Nature are Clad in Soft Gray Fabric
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.
The voices of nature are clad in a soft gray fabric.
Undecided spheres of water waver,
between mist and light rain showers.
the basin of a fountain is like a soft cymbal,
playing, away, freely.
Connected to a much larger drum set,
silk like strands of lovely hair are finger fussed,
and carefully combed.
Childhood walks,
through parks shrouded in mysterious fog,
are remembered and cherished.
Those were surreal landscapes.
Green which could not stop curving.
Gray mist which was ever ascending into unknown altitudes.
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