Stories form
in the sky.
Castle once,
once a fly.
As wind flew
the clouds moved.
Rain somewhere,
somewhere snow.
Peaking back
sun shining
with silver
bright lining.
~~~ ~ ~~~
Clouds here represent change as one moves from childhood to adulthood - along with one's struggles and hopes.
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Musings ✔️
PoesiSome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
