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They form
Then falter
Then float away
Then dissipate
In shades of gray
Constantly changing
Never the same
The producer of shadows
We tend to call shade
Hovering up and about
The hoarders of rain
They’re what we’re sad to see go
But are happy they came
What I’d do if I had wings
I’d chase the stars and count the rings
On Saturns outer limits
They defy the laws of gravity
They are visible for my eyes to see
Until the clouds shade my visibility
And I fly about my way
To see the things I haven’t seen
Not just pictures on the silver screen
Or a vision in a vivid dream
That opens my imagination
I’ll tip the scales of mediocrity
And soar the skies more vibrantly
To cure my curiosity
And to justify the means
Raindrops form on the pedals
Of an iridescent flower
Is it just the morning dew?
Will the sun again shine through?
Or was it just a little morning shower?
It doesn’t hesitate to bloom
The rain was overdue
But it stood its ground, when others may have cowered
There’s resilience in the air
Even flowers come prepared
And that itself can make one feel empowered
The velocity of a sparrow,
Can be faster than any arrow
When you’re headed for the brink of a first kiss
Cupids arrow’s fair, but none can quite compare
To the speed in which there’s momentary bliss
Why venture on in a trivial pursuit
When you quibble and pout
eating passionate fruit
You hunger, you need
You wish to proceed
Despite all the hurdles
You constantly leap
To avoid any conflict
Any variance of trust
You do what you will
You do what you must
A mystical stardust
Lights up the night
Beyond the forest
They bicker and fight
The small feisty imp
And the unflappable sprite
Always a brouhaha
Over who’s wrong or right
They’re always at odds
They never relent
Until the stardust
Was heavenly sent
And then there was peace
Things became clear
Love was in place
All hate disappeared
And the two became friendly
And then became friends
And they lived on in harmony
Happily, the end
Out in the garden
The flowers have bloomed
Pink oleander
And red roses too
Beautiful lilies
With aromatic flow
In through the nostrils
Of a sensitive nose
The fragrance alluring
It’s time to propose
To the woman I love
The one whom I chose
And with my confession  
And my intentions exposed
I’ll pick through the flowers
At the roots where they grow
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