Evening Sky
In the evening sky, wade the truant clouds
sailing ships over blue aquamarine
with the sweep of wind, they split and form
into configurations of varied shape n' size!
giants, mountains, bundles of fluffy wool
to be woven into yet a hundred patterns
13. Jan. 2022
Bite Size#32 Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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