clouds

clouds

A Poem by Antifranticbabydoll

Funny is the clouds that linger on the horizon, basking in the last told light of day. 
 Funny is the light that clings to the sky as the moon wakes up to light up the way to fallen creatures. 
Funny is the moonlight that asks to be noticed by those who can't sleep. Wake up. 
Wake up to see the glorious light the moon gives off. See those who only share their stories at night. 
Funny is the life which brings fourth the light to be seen on those around you. 

© 2024 Antifranticbabydoll


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Clouds are the sky's wardrobe/closet - if you like.
According to season and -
what Man is doing this year at Funny all times.
From start to finish you have perhaps queried at
the same time you have talked of clouds at this
pace or that place, plus, for whom and when.
There is fun, feelings and an creativity in your poem.
Thank you so much for sharing

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Added on November 10, 2024
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Antifranticbabydoll
Antifranticbabydoll

Shreveport , LA



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I’m AnyifranticBaby, I’m in my mid twenties just trying to explore the world of fiction, by reading and writing. I hope you enjoy my page. more..

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