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Snow white and cotton candy texture,
Those billowing clouds above my head,
Hiding the sun when he's sad.

Always on the move,
These magnificent giants of vapor and time,
Never stopping to watch below.

They must have feelings too,
The way they cry when skies are gray,
And their electric tempers that roar.

Ever changing and ever traveling,
But always vanishing,
Only to assemble again.

Where is it that they disappear,
These clouds above my head?
Could they possibly know something we don't?

We never see them leave and we never see them come,
So who would ever know,
If they had no place to go?

Slagcake<3,
beautiful poem. an easy ride was it for me thorugh the pictorial cloud. loved it.
jain.