Clouds Poem by Jim Milks

Clouds

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Be they white and puffy or dark and grey
Their appearance does not always ruin the day
They float above us
Their shapes engage our minds

They float they bump and recombine
As the shapes become familiar and refined

The souls of the departed and with the clouds intertwined
The shapes relax us, and help us unwind

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