Keanon Pete
Sleepy April morning
Wide awake on lazy feet
I travel far to reach the clouds
An awkward pause before the sunrise
The buzzing warmth from the sky above
We linger on the notes of the wind
While the stars above watch us from on high
Yearning to bless us with their clear night light
A morning sunrise on lazy feet
The precious journey on clouds we sleep
Rust Clouds by David Flory
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Very well written KP, Imaginative!!