When clouds of doubt, delusion and deceit|
a little longer plague my sorry day,
heart palpitates and jumps about six feet;
finds an excuse to hide itself away.
Another cause for my procrastination,
what's sauce for goose will gander too suffice.
A day of sunshine aids evaporation,
cloud dissipates with warmth...oh, very nice!
More motivation need I yet provide,
or will the thoughts I've sown give cheer enough?
Less vulnerable, perhaps...yet soothed my pride;
in fact the clouds have proved to be but fluff.
The Master Artist knew, to please the crowd
sky blue looks so much lovelier with cloud.
Quote: Annie Haslam
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