Clouds

Tue, 10/09/2018 - 23:26 -- tcolety

Always shifting

Always changing

Never in their final form

 

A breeze sweeps in

They take new shape

Affected by the world around

 

Always growing

Never waiting

For this day will be no more

 

Eyes look over

Floating grateful

Want to thank their guiding winds

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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