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Painting the Clouds
by
Kimberly Osburn
Memories
of a summer day lost in the mystery of time. I go
back to a
place I loved that I thought would always be mine.
Those were the days when summers were long and
cares were very few. I'd
love to return just one more time as if those days
were new.
Walking with grandma along the road, we look up at
the sky. The sun is
setting and painting the clouds while it slowly
says goodbye.
The billows of pink and misty orange tell a tale
from far away. She says
it means that tomorrow will be another beautiful
day.
I think of her each time I see a glorious setting
sun. Memories of love
will paint the clouds when my day is done.
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