The pleasure of puffy clouds are endless,
as they dance around the sun
their creative potential is infinite —
like a piece of art
They paint fresh pictures in the sky
a dragon spreads its wings in flight;
two scary beasts prepare to fight
to lay and watch as the clouds go by
Clouds hold hope and mystery
yet remains a touch of the unknown
a fragment of endless possibilities
Nothing can tame you, not even the sun
your love knows no bounds
to wash away the lonely dust
until a new canvas comes into view
3/20/23
9:37pm
YOU ARE READING
After Dusk
PoetrySometimes I like to write poems to express my feelings or other things. I don't believe that my poems are good but I don't mind sharing them with you guys. I hope you enjoy your stay ☺
