Poetry 155: Wanderers

Wanderers

Sometimes
They look fluffy
As is often the case
When they are happy

They roll around
Like cotton balls
Change their forms
And enthralls

Their color
White as paper
Their weight
Light as a feather

Their texture
So wispy
They stay afloat
So indefinitely

Their nature
Offers to unwind
Troubled souls
Looking to clear the mind

Just don’t
Make them angry
As they can turn
Very ugly

For they can change
Light into darkness
And drown you
With distress

-AAS

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