Grey Clouds

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Grey clouds form on a cool windy evening,
Flowers awake for their nightly blessing.

Droplets of water begin to descend,
Brings their suffering to a joyful end.

The water sinks into the dry hard ground,
Curing the flowers of their summer wound.

The small dry flower buds begin to bloom,
Releasing their lovely hidden perfume.





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