Billowing Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Billowing Clouds



Looking out and up into the sky, I try to follow white
clouds with my eyes.
Watching as they billow out in all directions, sliding
quickly past each other's eye.
Harmonious play, they seem to never fight, just become
one and enjoy their sacred flight.

Thursday, March 6, 2014
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