Crosses in cloudscape

Two eggs, laid down by the corridors

Sure as mortal days escape by the west coast

Rolling boulders feel the way of the mocking birds

Roasting legs dripping starlight onto the verge

Up in my estimations, high sky crosses the absurd river of ice

Titanic served salmon on a bed of white rice

With such luscious little smiles, scales and forgiveness in the rails

It’s the day of the cowardly snails

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Cloud and ground 

Clouds change

Like white sheets in the wind

Sometimes they hold rain

Throw down lightning and hail

Then wispy little ones like scales on a fish

Sun comes in this sky

Changes it heat from day to day

Through the clouds

They eat her rays gladly

Wind chases them like a little child chases butterflies

Ground is changed by these clouds

Hit ground with rain and plants come through the pavement

Hit the ground with hot dry sun

Hit the ground with mist

A succulent kiss on the ground from the clouds