I dont know what to type here
Fanciful shapes
Whimsically changing now and then,
The clouds float
From my left to right.
Perched on the window,
Poking my head out,
I wait for the cloud,
Numbered one less than ten.
Whimsically changing now and then,
The clouds float
From my left to right.
Perched on the window,
Poking my head out,
I wait for the cloud,
Numbered one less than ten.
posted by The Regular Joe at
2:12 AM
5 Comments:
oh when they were out making clouds
they numbered them just as they pleased
so after eight they jumped to ten
or so they say in ancient myth.
for i've been counting clouds myself
and when i get to eight i see
there's only ten that comes after
shaped like one huge despairing tear.
In that case,
Perched on the window,
Poking my head out,
I look for the seventh sky,
Hope just refuses to die.
Are you sure your window is high enough? ;)
That is very nice way to put it. I think that I'm either on cloud #9 or down in the depths of depression. Rarely in between.
@Casa:I tend to fly at times,so the window neednt be high enough.
@Ubergeek:I used the phrase 'seventh sky' as a synonymous phrase to 'cloud 9'.But that is a very nice thought you've put my way.
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