Cloud Towers Thunder is grumbling down again, Out of that un-ironed pile of forgotten clouds, towering over the Alps. Sweltering, breaking heat A few 11 o’clock fireworks, Even here. . . . . Share this:ShareTweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related By bonniemcclellan Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy. View all of bonniemcclellan's posts.
Love that poem Feeling the force of unmuzzled Nature Love Lilane Sent from my iPhone
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