The Sky
I lay tranquilly on the warm summer grass
Watching the graceful clouds fleeting elegantly past.
Clouds: transparent in their beautiful shades of ruby red and ochre,
Passing gently on a summers breeze.
Forever gliding across an open canvas,
Leaving an eternal gape in the heavens,
Their passing is hardly perceived by us,
Who hustle and jostle through a forever changing world.
Clouds like us move through this life,
Without a pause or a fleeting respite,
And yet evermore shall they linger on,
Like the dreams of a haunting memory.
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