Watercolor
Sky
On
Wrinkled
Paper
Strokes
By,
Mountain
High,
Blue
Into
Grey,
To
Shadow
The
Day.
Sun
Dissolving,
Rain
Resolving,
Wind
Tumbling,
Cloud
Jumbling,
Thunder
Rumbling,
Chaos
Above
I can
See,
Below,
Chaos
All
Around
Me.
Stormy Weather
Watercolor Sky On Wrinkled Paper Strokes By, Mountain High, Blue Into Grey, To Shadow The Day. Sun Dissolving, Rain Resolving, Wind Tumbling, Cloud Jumbling, Thunder Rumbling, Chaos Above I can See, Below, Chaos All Around Me.
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