'Tis a beautiful evening,
Like none others before.
The clouds stirred,
Like cotton they lie.
Strewn about in the evening sky,
Moving ever so swift.
The clouds so fearlessly drift,
No destination they shall find.
Leaving wanderers in a bind,
They perform as a passerby.
The time almost up as if to fly,
Most others oblivious to the wonder.
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
