Clouds
Their stage is Nature’s canvas, the skies
Of infinite shapes colours and sizes
Puffy or stringy, long or short,
Drifting, lingering, bright or dark,
Soft or heavy, doleful or joyful
A thousand and more stories unfolding
Constantly changing, dissolving, reforming
A rich tapestry of unimaginable variation
The only limit is just your imagination.
Of infinite shapes colours and sizes
Puffy or stringy, long or short,
Drifting, lingering, bright or dark,
Soft or heavy, doleful or joyful
A thousand and more stories unfolding
Constantly changing, dissolving, reforming
A rich tapestry of unimaginable variation
The only limit is just your imagination.
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@ MagdalenaP
Thanks Magda. Glad you like itpoem
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