Fluffy Friends Poem by Daniel Murphy

Fluffy Friends



The clouds they sweep across the sky
The wind their pilot
No time for goodbye.


Patchy holes I see right through
Like a spying game
I see some blue.


Shapes they form then fade away
What could that be
I play all day.


The clouds they’re sad
They start to cry
I close my window and say goodbye.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ben Gieske 07 November 2007

Very colorful and highly lyrical. Enjoy the ending. Creative thinking.

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