Ever-Shifting Read Count : 49

Category : Poems

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Pure and puffy, ever shifting in the wind like hands on clay.
Breathtaking view of heaven's ascent into the blue summer sky.
The soft whisper of time slowly passing by, on a field of verdant grass.
Eyes fixated to the high, looking far beyond the horizon.
Liken to a short tranquility, only to awaken to the same moment.
Yet a representative of the change we face in our daily lives.
But a piece of a puzzle slowly guiding us to our purpose handed by fate.

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