Clouds Poem by Sandra Feldman
Clouds
How strange,
The clouds derange,
My peaceful day,
Intensive gray,
That will not stay,
Just floats away,
Perpetual change,
How strange.
The changing shapes,
The light that drapes,
Some shadows,
Memories,
The clouds are here,
And then there gone,
Like certainly will we
Very nice, Sandra. I also have a poem with the same title. I take pictures of them all the time. So amazing they are. Hugs
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4/23/2024 10:13:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i like this but check out your spelling of they are/they're in last stanza. and what do you think about changing last line to like certainly we will be? thanks for sharing. bri edwards