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I picked up my feeble pen
To metaphor the sky
But I could not do it
No matter how I tried!
Clouds, like pale amoebas
Slow but surely climb...
No. That's too earthy
For something so Sublime!
Clouds, like clumps of cotton
Roll across the Moon...
No. Clouds, like wispy hair
Flow over a balloon... NO!
Clouds, pale sheer paisley silk
Slide over the moon's breast....
Yes! I DO like THAT one!
My pen can finally rest!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
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I picked up my feeble pen
To metaphor the sky
But I could not do it
No matter how I tried!
Clouds, like pale amoebas
Slow but surely climb...
No. That's too earthy
For something so Sublime!
Clouds, like clumps of cotton
Roll across the Moon...
No. Clouds, like wispy hair
Flow over a balloon... NO!
Clouds, pale sheer paisley silk
Slide over the moon's breast....
Yes! I DO like THAT one!
My pen can finally rest!
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/13/2016
I was not going to write tonight. But that sky... I could not resist writing about it!
Got to go to sleep now... goodnight all!
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