clouds float by,
fluttering,
carefreely.
ripples knifed through it,
as a breeze blows.
cotttonwools of water,
with each passing moment,
thoughts are engraved,
unknowningly
by each of us.
leaving the sky,
refreshing the earth.
and i see,
no more clouds
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