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Summer Storm

Posted on July 2, 2016 by William Wayne Smith

During the raging storm lightning flashed above the city. I marveled at its power and beauty. Tonight, I will walk the street again. Each time, I find a new path. At night, the city is full of mystery. Today, the … Continue reading →

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Dreams

Posted on March 22, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

I walked into the clear blue stream. I saw fish in the clean water. I ran from shore to shore and laughed. I saw the storm clouds boil today. Their golden spears cracked and hit the ground. The thunder was … Continue reading →

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Patterns

Posted on September 24, 2011 by William Wayne Smith

The rain is falling. It dampens silent soil below. The sun has been glowing. It shines at night when I could not see it. Winds blew from an unknown place. They spread the aroma of dust. Brown and green: colors … Continue reading →

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Rainfall

Posted on September 8, 2011 by William Wayne Smith

I watched the rain fall today. The clouds parted briefly, showing the sun. Today, the rain matched my heart. I was sad, but I could not weep. That night, the moon rose alone. I saw the brightest stars. I knew … Continue reading →

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