The White Cloud

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Title:     The White Cloud
Author: Hilda Conkling [More Titles by Conkling]

There are many clouds
But not like the one I see,
For mine floats like a swan in featheriness
Over the River of the Broken Pine.

There are many clouds
But not like the one that goes sailing
Like a ship full of gold that shines,
Like a ship leaning above blue water.

There are many clouds
But not like the one I wait for,
For mine will have a strangeness
Whiter than anything your eyes remember.

[The end]
Hilda Conkling's poem: White Cloud

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