Clouds Passing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds Passing



Clouds smiling whitely down on us,
striking poses, modeling their
beautiful tresses, as they soar
across borders of our desert.

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Misty Mountains

Scanning the sky,
seeing a misty form of mountains
standing in the distance, awaiting
my appearance beneath a silvery moon.
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