“Thunderstorms” by W. H. Davies
Naked on Cashmere
Atticus Poetry
5.0 • 572 Ratings
🗓️ 2 January 2020
⏱️ 3 minutes
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| 0:00.0 | The |
| 0:07.0 | ...toe... |
| 0:08.0 | ...their... |
| 0:09.0 | ...and... |
| 0:10.0 | ...and... Take a deep breath. |
| 0:32.6 | This moment is yours. |
| 0:39.3 | This is naked on Kashmir. |
| 0:42.3 | This is Naked on Kashmir. My mind has thunderstorms that brood for heavy hours. |
| 1:20.3 | Until they rain me words, |
| 1:24.7 | my thoughts are juping flowers and sulking, silent birds. |
| 1:33.3 | Yet come dark thunderstorms and brood your heavy hours, for when you rain me words, |
| 1:41.3 | my thoughts are dancing flowers flowers and joyful singing birds. |
| 1:51.8 | That was Thunderstorms by W.H. Davies. Thank you. I'm I'm I'm |
| 2:18.3 | I'm |
| 2:19.3 | I'm |
| 2:20.3 | I'm M. M. I'm You know, |
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