A Little Cloud
Blue Sky.
A little cloud passes by.
I sigh.
It is pure, clean, untouched.
A whiteness not claimed
a purity unstained.
I look upon it
and it darkens!
It swells up in anger.
“Don't look at me that way...
don't expect me to display
a picture of perfection”
I turn away.
It slowly calms ...dispels ...wisps away...
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