Let me see
costly those clouds:
Unavailable here
Up on the grounds.
Come from far
To rest upon the mounds;
Tired of the journey
Become so sound!
Soft as lily
In blue-big pond;
White as milk
In bottomless bowl.
Riddling and puzzuling
Painting slow rounds,
Turning then into
Mushrooms on the mounds.
ATISH
Beautiful imagery! The clouds in the sky and their movement bring such wonderful images into your mind! Enjoyed reading!
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