Clouds by NothingNess
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Billowing expanses of blue and gray, Our fertile imagination you doth dare shape. Wispy tendrils of iridescent light, Oh, wish I were an angel, all dressed in white Oh why, reserved clouds, only for those with flight? Long have I harbored dreams of reaching such heights. Does one have to sprout angelic wings to sit close to one? Come; bestow quenching shade from the direct rays of the sun. At day's end, the horizon is splashed with crimson and gold. Shades of purple and blue so beautiful, lo to behold! Winds blow as darkness creeps throughout the land. Bearing witness to the majesty of God's loving hand.
Many thanks to my editor (D) for cleaning this up and thank you for reading....Leah.
Comments (3)
eternalwytch1
Very elegant!
TallPockets
My thanks to you and your editor. WINK. V
Strondar
Very evocotive! Great imagery!