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Painted Clouds

The painted clouds look like winter's Snow is about to fall down A golden sun tries to peek through And fog is creek's thin gown The crisp air feels divine this morn Soon the delight will leave Right now enjoy the seconds dear To His presence just cleave Delightful moments soon scatter Only a ghost of thought But oh! those memories sustain At times when life's distraught

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Kelly Deschler

Date: 8/12/2013 4:05:00 PM

Beautiful imagery in this poem! Very well done. Thank you, once again for commenting on my work!

Sue-Ellen Newman

Date: 8/5/2013 7:06:00 AM

Lovely picture you paint within your words, ohh I can feel the crispness in the air, great read blessings, sueellen

Cherie Thomas

Date: 8/4/2013 7:55:00 PM

Hi sara...Lovely thoughts woven together very enjoyable read:) ty4sharing,,, cherie

Mustapha Mohammed

Date: 8/4/2013 5:26:00 AM

Lovely job on this one my friend.

Russell Sivey

Date: 8/3/2013 8:41:00 PM

WOW! This is one of your masterpieces that you have creatively put together! I really loved reading this awesome poem this evening! I feel this was one of your best works! What a powerful piece, Great Work!!

Duke Beaufort

Date: 8/3/2013 7:44:00 PM

You have a wonderful appreciation for the beauty of this planet of ours. It is indeed a sacred place!

Kim Merryman

Date: 8/3/2013 11:26:00 AM

Love the imagery in this, Sara, especially line 4, "and fog is creek's thin gown". A delightful write! Love, Kim