06.03.2023 Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Each passing cloud Poetry Contest Sponsored by: JCB Brul 3rd place in the contest
The wind creates clouds in all shapes and sizes Lying on the grass with memories from childhood As sweet thoughts in a dream a little girl in summer shoes Never forgot you just lost sight of you a few times Clouds slide past the eyes and form impermanent figures No one gets too adult to play with the imagination With thoughts and goodwill where the happiest moments occur The puzzle pieces fall into place and one knows in a wonderful way that we are a atomic grain of dust in a larger context With these memories my mind heals - the clouds slide on
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