Clouds…Cinquain


Heavy,

are the clouds above.

Besmirched is the horizon.

Fresh smell of dampness fills the air.

Wetness…

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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3 thoughts on “Clouds…Cinquain

  1. Clouds…
    Soft and puffy pillows.
    I dive into the whiteness of fluff.
    I swim around in a light stuff.
    Walking on the clouds takes a lot of heroes.
    Flying in the clouds collect the crowds.
    Dream on, remove all doubts.
    Reach up to the clouds.

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