I’m envious of the cloudsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun - Changing into colorful shrouds - Lumping from many into one. Their most compatible friend - The wind, admits They beautify the high heaven. Nebulosity permits Travel without a passport. They slip away on a whim For a day’s length or more And return a denizen.
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