For Sue’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Clouded – #writephoto
For the tufts of clouds were dreamy,
the white harbingers of happiness.
Gently casting shadows o imaginations,
on the far stretch of the green moor,
bringing into life hares and deer ,
and a land of wild fantasies.
A steady rhythm of gentleness,
an air of calmness and
an ever changing perimeter of
the radiant white blooms,
on the bright happy blue.
The longing hills,
cast their spells and hold ’em tight,
a lifetime of loneliness
swept away in the misty breath
of the fluffy friends.
The water too decides to be game,
to maintain a strip of the sky.
Forever to contain the dreams.
But dreams are dreams,
for they are untamed,
wild and free.
And hence leaves the tufts of c;ouds,
destined to be nomads forever,
crossing the horizon of charms,
to the other side of the hills,
where a new land waits the arrival,
and the hippies’ trendy take.
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