When I was a child I would watch the sky
And see the clouds go rolling by.
And as I looked I would try to find
Faces to match with a nursery rhyme.
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Imagination in dreams carry brilliance and beauty. Thoughtful poem is shared.10
What an absolutely precious poem! I think I see a star in the making, and he is a rising star, not a falling one! 10 points, easily.