On my back I want to lie,
and watch the clouds as they drift by.
all across the sky they flow
rent by wind as they go,
Streaming, shifting
in their course,
In the air they metamorph.
now a dog
and then a horse.
Or perhaps
a swan up there
a cloud shifts
it seems a deer.
A Carousel of visions
drifting by,
as the clouds
move through the sky.
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Orig. Poem-byCGZ-2007
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