Clouds
The sun radiated it's heat on the warm lazy summers day.
The clouds drifted, in a north westerly direction.
As the clouds meandered, into the suns glow,
the edges of the clouds formed a silver lining.
The clouds looked, fashionable, in their jewel lining.
Drifting at a hurried pace these clouds drew patterns,
power puff formations .
Creating one picturesque scene after another.
As they peacefully danced out of my sight,
I sat in my chair watching natures show.
A simple pleasurable moment on a perfect afternoon.
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