Have you seen the weather witch
In your dreams, she dances like a beautiful dancer
Amid a violent storm
Her hair is soft and caressing
With a touch of blue
And is blown by a two way wind
Dense fluffy feathers, rub against fluffy foam
Floating grapes and ruby red balls of fire
Grow out of a aperspectival box
But the weather witches dance
Does not bring the rain

Allan James Saywell

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