Cotton Candy
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These are days whose weather writes
pages in the memory: air with clarity
one rarely sees, as on high seas in ships --
and in the stretching blue, horizons frame
a scattering of cloudy swirls,
like white cotton candy at a fair.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
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