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A soft cloud drifts across the sky like a snow white feather, effortlessly traveling on the breeze. Light pierces the cloud like a needle whose eye is threaded with the fair, golden hair of the sun. The shafts of gold ripple like the patterns on the sand at the bottom of the sea. The faint voice of the wind whistles in my ear, and the small traveler moves on.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
A Traveler
A soft cloud drifts across the sky like a snow white feather, effortlessly traveling on the breeze. Light pierces the cloud like a needle whose eye is threaded with the fair, golden hair of the sun. The shafts of gold ripple like the patterns on the sand at the bottom of the sea. The faint voice of the wind whistles in my ear, and the small traveler moves on.
This is a small poem that was inspired by a writing challenge that I did in which you have to use certain words in your poem. I took out the bits that I liked and refined them to make this poem. Enjoy
#clouds#nature#sunlight
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21/F/US
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
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