Shapes In the Clouds
I see two lovers kissing, one face missing,
a barking dog, a fallen log, a wheel cog,
a brandy glass, balloons like someone's ****
change shape when all things come to pass.
Pilgrim's progress, perspective roads, spotty toads,
a fencing match, someone smoking a pipe,
those lovers again but you're not my type,
a glass table which someone forgot to wipe.
Candy floss, pink and white, pressed together,
waiting, getting ready for stormy weather;
the sun burst thro' making golden rainbows,
leaving openings like teeth and turned-up toes.
An angel appeared to close all of the doors,
and said: 'What's mine can also be truly yours.'
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