_Caddo Lake, 1
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“The rain drops make a weave like a spider web.
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To keep hanged the whole sadness in the air.
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On cobbled streets, people hear the sounds’ ebb.
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Silver clouds are choleric dreams in sun’s glare.
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Some pieces of a shattered happiness may be seen,
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The lightning still coils like a huge snake on the sky.
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Beckoning the visible stubborn sunbeams for green,
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The whisper of the fickle gale becomes a battle cry.
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Rain stops placidly amid the noise of broken dreams.
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The nature’s fears and wills disappear in ignorance.
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New blossoming buds are waited on trees maternal limbs,
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But autumn’s milk of green is only sweet remembrance.
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The rainbow appears as a belt of multicolor weaves,
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The streams of old life begin again to flow in delight.
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The noisy wind still dances on the shivering leaves.
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The lake reflections may steal the crude sun’s light.”
By Marieta Maglas
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