The Clouds Are Rising Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The Clouds Are Rising



The clouds are rising
With their surprising
Pictures from within
Taking their spin...
In a day of a new
As spring comes thru
In a breeze of a song
And a heart to long

The hours are giving
Each pleasure of living
For dreams to be born
On old winter´s worn
The eye catching game
Of a colorful flame
In the colors behold
Those newborn from cold

Today life dances
In spring new romances
As we walk on
Thru memories gone
Summer is not yet here
With its beauty everywhere
But the sky is blue
With big opportunities to you

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