Cloud

Cloud Of Mystery

Clouds are dark,

Heavy with rain.

Sitting at my window,

I see a world,

Of fantasy, and make-believe.

Some clouds are full of evil,

And some are full of good.

The cloud I like the most,

Is filled with the mystery

Of make-believe.

Dark and mysterious,

I watch this cloud with curiosity and wonder.

What is this cloud?

What is the fantasy?

Does it hold princes and princesses?

Or dragons?

What is this cloud?

With it's darkness and it's light?

With it's wispy tolls and wavy mists?

With it's lightning and it's dark, rumbling thunder.

I'll never know, for before morning,

It started to poor,

And by the day...

My cloud of mystery, was no more.

Elisabeth A. Gildenzoph

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