Clouds (1982) March 3, 2016 by Elly McDonald Leave a comment Here. so high, we can count the clouds. So few – such thin vapours! We blow them away Then feel their chill. They clasp my hands as they kiss my face; they touch us like a stranger’s tears. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Author: Elly McDonald Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer.