(Poem #231 on new numbering scheme)
The clouds patrol the sky, adrift Then aliens arrive who scoop the clouds up like some bugs, because they want them live.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
(Poem #231 on new numbering scheme)
The clouds patrol the sky, adrift Then aliens arrive who scoop the clouds up like some bugs, because they want them live.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
[daily log: walking, 1km]