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Wren25 in Poetry & Free Verse

Reading

Staring at clouds

Made of paper, ink and glue

Trying to find shapes.

Sometimes you don't.

Sometimes you spot a shape

But no one else sees it

So you try to convince them;

Sometimes they convince you.

Look away for a moment,

Go about your life,

And when you look back again,

The cloudscape has completely changed.