Drifting slow in
skies so wide,
Soft as whispers, light as sighs.
Shifting shapes in endless flight,
Woven threads of blue and white.
They gather high,
a fleeting mass,
Shadows dance as moments pass.
One a castle, tall and bright
Another fades, lost in light.
Carried by the
winds unseen,
Silent travelers, cool and clean.
They kiss the hills, embrace the sea,
Then vanish far, wild and free.
Some bring rain in
silver strands,
Gentle gifts to thirsty lands,
Others melt in golden air,
Leaving only sunshine there.
Oh, passing
clouds, so swift, so true,
Like dreams that float in skies of
blue.
Here one moment, then they’re gone,
A fleeting touch, then move on.
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