Clouds - Poem by Paul Butters
The clouds play out their dramas,
As they scurry across the sky.
All shapes and sizes,
In my mind's eye.
They hug the hills with mist sometimes,
Or blend into golden, blood-red, blue tinged
Ocean liners on a pure glass sea.
An endless variety of forms,
From dull featureless grey
To swirling poetry.
Different every day.
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