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Upon the Clouds
I'm drifting far away
Tree branches happily dancing
Swaying and shaking
Colorful leaves all shapes and sizes
Fallen quietly on rugged ground
A roaring wind rushing through my restless soul
Drifting, drifting far away
Soft, fluffy, pillow, clouds beckoning me
My feet light as feathers gliding up
Higher and higher
As a whirling kite, I fly
Upon the clouds
Sleep comes quickly
Sedate, silent, still
Falling deep, deep
Unconscious upon the clouds
© 2007 Janet Irene Griffin
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