Sunday, 26 August 2012

THUNDERSTORMS

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                                                 THUNDERSTORMS

My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours :
Until they rain me words,
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.

Yet come, dark thunderstorms,
And brood your heavy hours ;
For when you rain me words
My thoughts are dancing flowers
And joyful singing birds.

                                        WILLIAM HENRY  DAVIES

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