Clouds. Sometimes so beautiful and perfect they look…well, artificial.
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Clouds:
Whirly,
Wispy,
Rinsed-out pieces of chunk
Suspended in mid-air on puppet strings.
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White Clouds:
Clean
Bright
Sun-shone against a sky-blue background screen
Are there even such things?
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Sublime are they,
Seem those unseemly puffs without a trace of bland
But I assure you,
Such ethereal beauty indeed comes from Mother Nature’s hands.
