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Fluffy cottonwool balls

Fluffy cottonwool balls

I look up to the skies and I watch the rolling cloud,  whilst it effortlessly floats on..canopies for our Earth’s atmospheric shroud

Condensing and evapourating at Mother natures commands, constantly altering with the climates demands.. looking like fluffy cottonwool balls floating around in space, Oh how I love my imaginative imagery I see within it’s grace

An everchanging scenic view on a timelessness mission.. our in for the long haul, everlasting vision..what a wondrous world with the ol’ buttermilk sky.. our special colours of happiness that whirls on by

Clouds are so colourful with rich and golden hues and with the sun in amongst them so many subtle shades of blues..our canvas above has a vital part to play, as it rolls on like a river come what may

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Jill Tait

Yes clouds fascinate me loads luv like you thanks luv ❤️❤️❤️

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Tracey Goundrill

A lovely piece on one of my favourite things. If only we could sit & float on a cloud for a short time. 

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Jill Tait

Awww Tracey thank you luv so pleased you enjoyed my ditty yes I love pink fluffy soft cozy clouds ???

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