How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Up the street a song cloud floats by, sagging a bit, but still intact. I walk faster and catch up with it… — Charles Yu Copy Share Image
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
