Languidly they lie,
Creating a Sepulchral,
Desolate emotion beneath them
For those lives underneath,
Dusted by the dunes,
They provide hope of
Temporary relief and sanity
They never give way to their
Bulging stomachs, or to the
Wishes of those who pray
These clouds laze away
For all eternity
Through the summer haze
-Poem Fanatic
So beautiful. I loved this. Thanks for sharing :)
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Thanks for stopping by, Amy!
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