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Poem: Forecast


you sky watch for omens;
sipping hot jasmine tea
from cracked ceramic cup.
rose colored dawn arises
clearly calling for rain,
while swirling swallows
swoop low over the pond
well aware of the storm
rumbling towards us.

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