My eyes were given light cloud cover painted on bright blue,
Thought for just one moment that Da Vinci left his brushes there,
He'd painted alabaster stripes round bright morning sky, when in spirit form he'd danced,
Then I surveyed the sky again,
Realisation arose,
White paint brushes,
Looked more like rollers made of sheepskin in the sky,
In fluent streaks,
A flurry of excitement,as they painted morning sky,
They have cleared now entirely,
My morning sky's just blue,
There's not a cloud to spoil my view....
Guess it's time for barbeque !

Had to play silly at the end, Guess I'm daft as a brush! Whatever became of my profound poetic write! Livvi x

By ladylivvi1

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