------ <br />wet morning <br />but is already <br />brightening up <br />a time for the sun <br />on your face <br /> <br />the impish wind is raising <br />my gauzy scarf <br />is sailing and as the kite <br />on the sky <br />an August sun <br /> <br />through leaves <br />it is lighting <br />and is going out <br />as the candle blown out <br />when the night is falling...<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changeable-weather/
