© 2008
It’s made of natural substance
Floating in many shapes
Many fluffy arrangements
To fool any humans eye
But, if you use your imagination
No telling what you’ll find
On azure colored background
As if painted there in clusters
Sun light rays come beaming
through slight openings shining
Like the breath of a pink angels kiss
A light breeze blowing it to you
What a landscape of pure white
Blending together forming an island
One of many puffed marshmallows
Come lose all your inhabitations
Play with me upon my island
My marshmallow playground in the sky
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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