July sun is more endearing than any other months
on the southern hemisphere
I saw a seahorse up in the sky
My mind told me that’s impossible
But my eyes were certain
In a blink of an eye
a fire breathing dragon appeared
There was no trace of the seahorse
I began to wonder
if my eyes played tricks on me
That was a couple minutes of cloud watching
I have a whole afternoon to ponder
under the warm windy winter sky
Flicker of Thoughts 
There are images up there that we can only see if we stare and stare…
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Indeed
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What a sweet, thought-provoking poem! This made for a lovely, Sunday read!
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Thank you kindly!
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My pleasure!
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This is a very clever poem you’ve crafted Cassa. I was thinking something similar about sunny winters days two days ago. I’ll keep an eye out for any skyhorses
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Today was sunny, warm ish, but the wind was unbelievably strong and constant..I still enjoyed it though.
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Oh the clouds can be so much fun to watch. Did a lot of that as a kid. π
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Me too, I still do.
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It was equivalent to media feeds I guess.
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Haha! I like that. But not harmful at all. π
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I am loving the imagery and atmosphere in this thoughtful poem! β€
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π I am glad.
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Winter sun is always the best!
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Yap!
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