Flying Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flying Clouds



Piling clouds atop each other, the wind blows
teasingly in their faces and hair.
Sending them flying across the countryside,
laughing in glee as they change shape while
you look at them.

Friday, January 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: change,clouds,hair,wind
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