A line of clouds sit upon the horizon, many appear to stretch upwards. The sky is a washed out orange colour. The sea a a metal/blueish colour. This is a very silly poem, the photo's okay though.
Clouds bubble
along the horizon,
seeking an audience
with the impending sun,
patient, composed, not
wanting to seem too bold
lest the fiery orb evaporate
them one by one
their time is ethereal,
this they know, but just
one kind word,
a wisp of wisdom,
before they are done
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