Clouds Poem by Alison Fitzgerald

Clouds



The cloud cried on the earth.
He drifted through the sky in sorrow,
he had no intention of making in tomorrow.
Another cloud appered,
with no tears,
and like a baby,
it cuddled to the big cloud.
The big cloud began to smile,
he hadn't done that in a while.
All he need was a friend

Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: friends,happiness
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