The wind did come.
The clouds like sails, soft on a mild day.
There was no rain.
Onward the clouds sailed.
Thick, to and fro.
The sun upright peeked through.
Slant beams.
The clouds like sails drooped.
Sagging in the distance.
Parting ways they swam.
Creating shapes, more soft ridges.
The clouds men.
Ever more to rejoice.
The birds like currents.
The bluest of oceans.
Below I gaze, light in heart
Watching them sail on
Wind came and cloud is sailed. We hope rain will come with wonder of poetic words. Gazing light in heart is nice art. An interesting poem is excellently penned...10
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Wonderfully written, I was carried as a cloud reading this, this is an excellent poem my friend!