Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense,  Varios

Dark cloud

Cobalt blue bringing darkness in the wind.
Sparks crumbling into menace.

I step and I dance like on ice,
A newling on blades.
Except the hard earth is not just the trauma of my rear,
It’s the wet I’ll get.
And the drag the sheep,
delighted will be to admin.

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