Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Thin air


The clouds kept 
getting sucked up
in tall towers,
weaving spindles
of cotton wands.
It makes
ponder,
it makes
wonder,
it caused pause
to feel for my feet,
small as they seemed
from up there.




Image By GAURAV MAROO (MY DIGI CAM) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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