Carnival Of The Clouds

“Carnival Of The Clouds”

Across the sky they dance,
Music box ballerinas
And carousel horses
On the way to the carnival
Of the clouds.

A pride of plush toy lions
And Nutcracker soldiers
March ‘cross the silver lining,
To join in the parade
Of billowing shapes.

A young child applauds
And they all bow,
As they silently prance by,
Just passing through
On a summer’s day.

By Paul D Aronson. 2002. All Rights Reserved.

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