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03.13.17 Posted in today's words by

Alan Ireland is a poet from New Zealand. 

By Alan Ireland

The wind arrives
with sleeves rolled up.
All day it stirs
the cauldron of the sky.

As thunder boils,
the clouds explode.
Each raindrop falls
to its appointed place.

2 Responses to “Kismet”

  1. Alan Ireland says:

    Thanks. Looks great.

  2. Bobbie Troy says:

    I like this!

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