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The Clouds Rolled on Unsurpassed 

As, the swaying grass, ripples.....

There's a trickle, on the wind.

And, although it hadn't lessened.

Nor stifled, it's biting chill.

It brought, a silence.....

And a calmness, to the land.

I'd thought, by now.

All, my tears, had've dried.

Had ceased to flow.

But as is, with nature.

Wind, and water, choose ......

To why n where, they want to go.

So eyes, once blurred by smoke.

Once closed in grief.

Opened..... Raw and wet.

And I saw a

Vista ....clear.

And

now untouched, by man's war.

Giajl © Jim Love