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Spiritual Bouquet
Lonely droplett,
On a canvas of blue,
Silently drifting,
Forming anew.
Joining ones alike,
Turning end over end,
Rolling across the sky,
For an imagination blend.
Formations grow,
Constantly changing,
Switching indentities,
Always rearranging.
The setting sun,
Also joins the dance,
Blooming full of color,
Forms a hypnotic trance.
as the day turns to night,
The beauty fades away,
But tomorrow brings another chance,
To witness the spiritual bouquet.
Copyright 2000 Gary Crain
