I was sad,

Sad about you and I,

We had argued,

So I took myself

For a solitary walk. 

The skies seemed to

Echo my mood,

Stormy,

Angry,

Turbulent.

And then,

As I thought more

About you and I,

Clouds,

Like puffballs,

Built and massed,

And my spirits lifted

With them.

© Caro Ness 2015 

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