Cloud ChaserA Poem by KWPand so it was, I find myself chasing clouds once more dark linings draw me, plumpness and promise of rain, cream puff folds, waltzing arrangement new. A distraction - no less It’s easy to focus on the clouds avert the mind to articulate woes, that perhaps, don’t even exist. The clouds keep the mind on spin cycle knotted, torn, with no opportunity to rinse. Hung out on a cloudy day doubling torment of spin. Clouds are not the only view. Perhaps I should focus on the limitless sky © 2017 KWPReviews
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