Poems ✍️
  24.08.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Cloudface

It was expected that I look
up to the sky, this holy day.
Stared back a cirrus cloud
all puffed and full of pride.
A face was evident and well aglow
if it was me I would be keen to hide.


  pride Sky Cloud Divine

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