Clouds
White, billowy, fleeting.
Floating aimlessly through
The blue summer sky.
Silently towering above me.
Building fortresses, monuments,
Sailing ships...
Animals... Faces...
Constantly moving and changing.
Going wherever the wind takes them
Like free spirits.
On a lazy summer afternoon
I could sit for hours
And watch the
Clouds.
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