Sky-High Nonsense!; poem
Poem by: Mike Stevens
Black clouds chase white curtains
Of clouds across a deep-blue sea
Of air, going we know not where
Maybe they’re late for dinner;
We just don’t know! Maybe they’re in search;
In search of the reasons for their existence;
Again, at the reasons, we’re left to guess
It must be rush hour up there in the sky!
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