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The surface reflects
clear blue skies and sunny smiles
to the passing glance.
But underlying
currents run deep and dark and
strong—poorly hidden
from those well-knowing,
who see the storm clouds gather,
threatening rain clouds.
>I see this beautiful poem as the not-writing/want-to-write/now-writing cycle you just went through. I think you’re gonna pour…
>Hmm…interesting perspective, Julie! I’ll take it!