“The sky in changing shades enfolds many mysteries of the universe, the shifting clouds, the sun, moon, stars and other heavenly bodies. Its vastness is like the vastness of human mind, shape shifting every now and then, but capable of changing the amorphous into fascinating shapes.” ~ By Poet In the noon sky, wade the truant clouds. With the sweep of wind, how they form, Into configurations of varied shape and size! Giants, mountains and bundles of fluffy wool To be woven into yet a hundred patterns.
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