Pastel Clouds
I love the end of a the day,
when the blue azure sky is fading,
and the tops of emerald trees sway,
and pastel ribbons of clouds are drifting,
and the birds of day are circling.
There is nothing more beautiful,
than mauve and pink clouds mingling,
and there is nothing more wonderful,
than the birds sweetly calling,
that daylight will soon ending.
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August 23, 2013
Poetry/English Quintain/Pastel Clouds
Copyright Protected, ID 08-501-011-23
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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