The Clouds in the sky are of such Beauty.

They vary by their size and proportion.

Across the Face of their Body they Cry

The Tears of the Universe fall Upon

One another are delicately Sheathed

As each to itself is a Mirror Shape

Edges of Infinite Blades cut their Nape

While Profusely they fly as they Feather

I don’t know WHy such Loveliness Ails,

For it becomes what once was a Sail

when it swings from the Rooftop a Ceiling

The Cloud within the Cloud within the Clouds

Consummate the Distance of an Hour.

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