Out for a leisurely walk under the vast blue sky, patches of clouds dance above my head. Like brushstrokes in a painting, weightless, momentary.
These cotton ball wanderers watch us from a heavenly distance tell tales of watching us humans.
The smooth edges of clouds show cerulean blue and the sun hiding behind passing tranquility.
I lost myself at that moment, the world dissolved, and I was one with this celestial poetry. In love with the sky.
Georgia
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