I wrote another poem the other day ... I suppose you could say I've 'picked' up the 'poetry pen' again ... it's just a few lines of my inner thoughts ... sometimes, I just have to get them OUT of my head ... enjoy and thank you for reading!Picking apart their consistency, I wonder what they’re made of …
As they travel through the sky, with no destination thought out …
Large, small, medium, irregular, solid, translucent … no two are the same …
They’re perhaps like you and I …
Made of the same consistency, but no two are alike … Beautiful, unshaped, awkward; always 'works in progress' …
