Color me Clouds

Clouds come,Clouds go.

Clouds dark and Clouds bright.

Some large and some small.

Clouds come floating into my life.

Some so breezy,some so still,

And some with sprinkling beads of dew.

Together with a sparkling bow they come.

Never to usher rain or storm,

But to add color to my Sunless soul.

© Shahz

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In response to today’s word prompt Clouds

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