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Cloud Shapes

Billowing soft pillows of white
Dancing upon a canvas of sky
Painted with strokes of serenity
Cloud shapes before my eyes

The wind truly be the artist
With temperament to match
As it blows to wipe this canvas
Of any visions one tries to catch

From deep within my imagination
Such forms are taking place
A rose, a bee, a butterfly
The tender outline of your face

I look to this heavenly painting
Indeed it is a true work of art
And I strain my eyes in hopes to see
The sweetest image of all
Your heart

~THE FLOWING PEN~
6-28-05






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Cloud Shapes