The clouds
The skies imperfection
Yet people admire their beauty
Every size and every shape
Each imperfection
Makes the sky less visible
But the sun shines on
And the sky stays blue
Even on those cloudy days
With the most flaws
The sky is still the same
The sun out there somewhere
Shining as bright as always
The sky is happy blue under clouds
But sometimes even clouds smile
When they know what they do
They leave and say sorry
Watching far away
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
