Watching the cloud formations on a late Summer's day, I saw shapes in the sky which led me to write this poem.
Sky-Scene An angel's harp in clouds mid-heaven, with strings of misty vapour trails slowly by soft winds driven. An image of beauty passing by, formed in the clouds by an angel on an azure August sky. A delicate white feather floating free drifted to earth and brought the touch of angels for you and me. And the sweet music playing on high comforted as it spread, fading through an azure August sky.
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