CLOUDS
They seem to fly against the sky;
Blues and blacks and reds up high.
They hold the rain,snow and hail
as God's creations can be so frail.
The clouds are worlds beyond our hearts
that allow us to lay back and visit our arts -
that which lay in our soul
and refuse to be ignored
as we pass each day
attempting to refuse being bored.
Copyright V. Rose 2014
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and a great poem, thank you for sharing this Vallee.
ReplyDeleteIn love and light
Cyn
Thank you for commenting - the site doesn't tell me when someone does so I forget to look - Appreciate you looking at my blog
DeleteYou are so very talented. Always makes me smile!
ReplyDeleteYou are so sweet Jenn! Thanks.
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