Laying on the lawn Looking up at the blue Pillows of clouds drifting Lazily with hue White an fluffy With tinges of grey Flying solo Or within the fray Filtering sun As they pass Creating shadows That do not last Uniquely formed Or rather contrast These are clouds Out of my grasp Up high in the sky They do fly Destiny unknown Before they die
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Before they die"
I liked the poem especially the way you expressed the last 2 lines.