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Caitlin Spellman Apr 2014
Clouds are like cotton candy
But only in the sky
Unable to eat
But able to fly.

Soft as a cushion
Yet unable to touch
How do we even know if a cloud is soft and plush?

Almost white as the snow
But transparent as they flow
You see rays in and out
But the clouds still make shade throughout.

Clouds stand out against the blue
Like how I stand out against you.

— The End —