Poetry, reflection, women's stories

Day 18 ProlificPulse Mo Po: a moment of solitude or introspection in your poem.

For Me, like a Cloud © arlene s bice

Just because I live solo
doesn’t mean oodles of empty
time hangs on or around me
this life is busy, this life is full
so, I take time out for looking
within, see what grows there
what feeds my soul, my heart
healthy thoughts, feelings to
carry me upward, like a cloud
floating to the everafter life.

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