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Grey Skies
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Grey Skies |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA 
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I wake up in the morning And open the windows Hoping to see the sun Greet me through the glass But I opened the window To see the grey skies Looking like a early Winter sky The wind blows And the leaves and pine needles Fall from the trees On the grey sky day Cold hands means a warm heart |
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dertah Senior Member
since 2003-06-18
Posts 584 |
hmmmm, cold hands mean a warm heart....if only people knew this. good write. |
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pandonov Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 478b/w conscience and insolence |
is the opposite true too, i wonder(about the hands) |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
Yea, that's the way these days get. The sky above turns grey, then black. A storm begins to brew, and a stranger appears in a dark cloak. Lightning flashes all around him, his staff now glowing with power from deep within. He says a few magic words and the storm becomes a raging dragon made entirely of lightning. The beast attacks a strange enemy in the distance, the mage speaking of vengeance, and... oh, that's the story of how I'll have my victory one day. :P Grey skies hide storms of all sorts while foreshadowing them. Grey clouds may rain, but only the black clouds can match my magic.  What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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