Above clouds of grayish-blue
we see a blazing orange sky;how did we get up here? we’ve stopped asking why
We desire to see the world
and all its glorious sights, we travel anywhere we wish we fly through colorful nights
How did we attain this power?
We really do not know, we go anywhere at any hour come with us and we will show.
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A rainy day ends
sunlight breaks through the clouds
we bask in the rays
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Clouds of fire, mountains of mystery.
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Storm clouds gather over sad citizens.
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Here’s another one of my art therapy drawings. Like many people, I love old churches, especially ones with big steeples and clocks. I also like this drawing because of the wide expanse of the grassy area.
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High above, over my head,
there’s a pink cloud glowing like heaven,
burning purple and blue, too:
Watching from the dirt.
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