Vera Sidhwa


Cloud


The cloud, it floated,
On top of the land.
It shifted in the wind,
And made shadows on my hand.


I wondered about the beauty,
If it meant anything to anyone.
It wafted over land and water.
Where it traveled, it didn't matter.


It wanted adventure, so true,
It moved across the sky so blue.
I turned around to see it climb,
And saw it and heaven, sweetly entwine.

In colors of blue and white,
About which my glad,
Pen would write.

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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  • Thomas A Robinson (7/15/2013 11:25:00 PM)

    But the adamant wind buffeted the clouds
    herded them into a pen
    Poke and jabbed and they turned black
    Angry now flash boom they fight back (Report) Reply

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