Mushing on and on,
Properties feels
Like journeys on a beach.
Eyes grounded,
Are numbered already a path,
Transformed them as I feet.
Not alone, I have people.
Are places to go,
And the next, things.
When so,
Venturing to stations like me.
They magnanimously
Looks like a discovery.
Each with the same name,
"Cumulonimbus"
"Cumulonimbus"
"Cumulonimbus"
"Cumulonimbus"
"Cumulonimbus"
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Great poem!
Cumulonimbus