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A Storm Simile
NC (14 November 1982 / Chandigarh)

A Storm Simile

See, where on high the moving masses, piled
By the wind, break in groups grotesque and wild,
Present strange shapes to view;
Oft flares a pallid flash from out their shrouds,
As though some air-born giant 'mid the clouds
Sudden his falchion drew.

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Nice poem, I liked the words. Was this done in game of thrones language?
Also Sonnet 49 is one of the Fair Youth sequence, in which the poet expresses his love towards a young man. [Wiki]
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