Clouds

Published: Thursday, 08 December 2011 Written by Wynante R. Charles

Those soft fluffy things.

 

They float around aimlessly all day.

Freely moving.

Freely being.

 

Those soft fluffy things.

 

Bundles which we can gaze at all day,

They make live easier just by being there.

A little child`s wonder, bigger ones` escape.

 

Those soft fluffy things.

 

White as snow, unless it`s a rainy day.

Then they`re grey and dark

bodies, like they belong in the abyss.

 

Every changing

Ever shifting.

 

Clouds, what a wonderful thing

Clouds moving, soothing.

Clouds, those soft fluffy things.

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