Endlessly changing, the skies are a source of constant delight,
Scurrying clouds, dark or dim, light, bright, white
Drift under the blue azure
Seagulls circle and swoop and glide away to search for food
Their streamlined bodies eminently suited for their flight.
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Author:
daisychain (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Always fascinated by skies and clouds; the shapes and forms are quite amazing.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Thank you Jane......
Nicer writing, I like how you brought in the seagulls. Sometimes they look like small fast moving mini-clouds.
if I lay on my back and look upwards blue sky puffy clouds lets me know we are connected somehow.
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