I’m envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven.
Nebulosity permits
Travel without a passport.
They slip away on a whim
For a day’s length or more
And return a denizen.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Nature
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Exquisite
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