Fluffy white clouds scurry past the window,

I watch, wishing I could fly like a bird.IMG_20160827_180034

The sky is a clean Cornish blue,

Not a blemish or any other hue.

A layer of clouds lie below

while more surround us.

The world waits far below,

All calm and silent.

No strife nor men’s vices

Can be seen from such heights.

And then, it’s all over

We come rushing down

while the world rushes up to meet us.

The wheels touch down and

there ends, our time in the clouds.




Didn’t have much to do during the two-hour flight to Mumbai. Thankfully the clouds provided some inspiration and out came the words. Tweaked a line or two to use it as a response to today’s Daily Prompt.

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