Clouds
Clouds are never in a perfect shape.
Two clouds will never look the same.
When it rains, the clouds are really sad.
But when its fluffy and big, its glad.
Clouds flow across the sky.
As I cloudgaze, I'm satisfied.
God did an amazing job,
An amazing job on this creation.
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