Clouds sink down the hills, but where do they go
to a white frozen land of ice and snow.
Do they go to a planet far beyond this earth
or do they meet the horizon where the tide meets
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A nostalgic poem, rich with imagery and imagination. I love this word picture, Sylvia. Your sister in spirit, Sandra
The elements of a great writer have not dried up here, well done sylvia another great write, Love Duncan
Lovely poem about clouds, they are a good subject to write about, with endless combinations. I wrote one called 'When the Clouds are Crying' which you might like to peruse. Love Ernestine XXX