Christina's Poems... Earth and Art: Clouds

Saturday, April 28, 2007


Sometimes I see the sun, and I want to cry... but the clouds stop me. In grief I see a unicorn, or a daisy, or cotton candy melting on the fingers of the sky of my youth. Shapes rise and form and undulate as the ephemeral world transcends the child-like view the now. Echos and reflections surrender... Sign in to see full entry.

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