Clouds

The clouds move in tandem with my thoughts-

Some are transparent, some are dense, some are superficial, and some are artistic.

Some offer hope, Some seem vulnerable.

Some come down as rain, and some crack open to the Sun.

But they all wander in eternity, taking infinite shapes.

They appear from nowhere, put on a shape, and in plain sight, disappear.

They are astonishing in the backdrop of a plain blue sky, and

are intimidating when the sky turns grey bringing lightning and thunder.

But I feel alive in their presence.

They offer stories to nights that come thereupon.

Nights that fill me with grotesque dreams and flatter me with poignant thoughts.

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