Frances Ann Flory
Clouds - Poem by Frances Ann Flory
Clouds take many shapes and sizes
Tinged with many hues and rays.
When all is gently subsided
Soon, too soon, they fade away.
One day while walking on the green
A lovely sight did I behold
For in the sky up so high
There was a cloud outlined in gold.
It looked just like the
Virgin Mary with a golden halo there
A figment of immortal beauty
That would soon disappear.
Life is like the clouds up yonder
Always changing never stopping
Soon too soon it fades away.
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