Serene clouds softer than eiderdown
float
through crisp blue space afar,
clearly drifting undisturbed
in silent beauty.
Then puffs of wind
disturb the heavens.
And new artists’ vapor trails
make sky-lines
upon a lofty drawing board
for invisible giants.
Gorgeous picture; amazing poem.
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Nice double-use of the word sky-line! I like it.
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What an unusual and incredible shot.
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Lovely shot, doran 🙂
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Beautiful!
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