Poetry in song poetry in motion, Sweets songs to sing some of devotion. Poetry songs of love songs of wake, Of leverage and how much one should take. Poetry songs of rhyme that beats all the time, Of things experienced,even of clocks at the right time that chimes. Poetry sound of words that never seem to end, Flowing out to readers straight out and never bend.
Clouds pass by each day from morning to night and back again each day. The flowing by of a natural scenic view, as each cloud pass there, comes a new. Some white some grey some with shapes that form high in the air. And as I sit at my window and view them all, big and small flowing clouds seem to be exiting the big sky of the hall. Some pass that looked dark grey with water Yes! Maybe the rain will fall, and they move so crowdedly as some connection to each other for a refreshing rain as mother nature calls. And drip by drip rain will fall from those grey clouds as each one lightens up and more clouds will continue to flow, days on end on the same sky track that each already knows :) And as they continue to flow, the day will end and night will begin to more cloud form on a scenic show. All clouds will continue to flow to go where nobody knows.
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