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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
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
A poet's sky
~~~ 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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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
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