Beauty Passing By
I gaze out my window at the clouds drifting by
As they make their way slowly across the sky.
I marvel at the shapes my mind can see;
my vivid imagination runs wild and free.
Their beauty lies in their ever changing shapes
like a kaleidoscope whirling in my mind’s landscape.
At times the puffy clouds will turn dark and grey;
Storm winds will blow and it will rain all day.
The lightning will strike and thunder will crash;
Rivers overflow their banks in a flash.
When the storm subsides and the sky turns bright,
the clouds will return to their puffy white.
I watch out the window as they pass down the lane.
Women, like clouds, leave an image on my brain.
They are stormy at times and will change with the breeze;
they pique my imagination and give my passion a tease.
They are both beautiful and delicate and that is why
I gaze out my window as they both pass by.
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