Colorful sky
I miss you, Clouds
Appearing, then gone
To somewhere else
I would walk, barefoot,
bereft, of any care
atop your crowns
to see the world, to lift me up-
take me where the world is turned.
You, a stranger,
a curl of white
against the blue
that keeps me behind
You pass me,
following the others.
Wherever chance takes you.
I am glad I saw you.
I picked you from the rest,
hopeful stranger,
appearing, then gone.
To somewhere Else.
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Each cloud is unique and one but that one that you picked will be forever in your heart.
Andy
'You, a stranger,
a curl of white
against the blue
that keeps me behind'
wonderfully poetic, a great read
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