PAINTED CLOUDS

                       PAINTED CLOUDS

 I walk the morning, the air has a chill and a 
 Breeze,

 Out In the distance, above the hills, they float 
 Like balloons.

 Shapes or sizes and colors of difference,


 Splashed across the sky are painted clouds.


 Vanish, they go away for a moment In time,


 Reinvented, shaped from heaven above.


 Pastel colors appeared In my sight,


 Rays of light from the sun trying to peek through.


 An Invisible smile, a memory of a face sketched,


 Forever In my mind, eyes of beauty, a voice that 
 Echoes

 Through the clouds.
                                                                                                Keith Garrett

One thought on “PAINTED CLOUDS

  1. Pada tanggal Sab, 11 Sep 2021 00.16, keithgarrettpoetry menulis:

    > Man of many thoughts posted: ” PAINTED CLOUDS I walk the morning, the air > has a chill and a Breeze, Out In the distance, above the hills, they float > Like balloons. Shapes or sizes and colors of difference, Splashed across > the sky are painted clouds.” >

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