Published August 7, 2006
Clouds are dusty,
not cold, not warm.
Appearing at night,
shivering, stuttering,
spreading their red.
Once clouds were settled,
once clouds stood still.
Today they are clever,
for what spreads is their will.
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Simple, pleasant poem.
Pretty to read. ^_^
small and preety good.
