Poem
Summers Sails Clouds floating on a celestial sea, Headed for exotic places, Beyond imagination, drifting aimlessly. Their lofty sails puffed out like pillows, Catch the wily wind, that gently prods and billows, Slowly transforming, creating a disguise; Becoming cats, and rabbits and dragons that fly. Stealthy and reticent, helmed at a steady pace; The sun in the east, the wind at their back Sailing in beauty and grace. -Paulette Calasibetta
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