Clouds like curling waves, ride the roughshod sky. Moving at such a pace, I can only guess that the wind is chasing them across the heavens today.
"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle." - Anais Nin
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5 comments:
Wonderful description of movement and mood.
Your poem moves, pushed by your deep awareness,
Elizabeth
Thanks Barb and Elizabeth. I appreciate you both taking the time to visit and read. :-)
'clouds like curling waves'. Perfect.
Thanks earlybird. :-)
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