Walking among clouds.

On a fine summer morning,
along a stretch of sunlit beach,
playful breaths sprinkle glitter
over shimmering pools,
careless waves shake out
their hair to dry in the wind,
and gulls wheel, soar and cry overhead.
This is a blank page
written on by natural beauty
where you may allow your thoughts
to race away,
and settle far out at sea.

It is possible to leave the world behind
and walk amongst the clouds.



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