Moving Art
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I watch the clouds go drifting by,
Illuminated from the moon,
Making for an artistic sky,
A canvas on which nature's strewn
A unique pattern just for me,
Ever changing in ebb and flow.
I am drawn hypnotically
To keep on gazing at the show,
Not wanting to depart from there,
Wondering what wonders next will
Come in this grand parade through air,
With more enchantments to fulfill.
For a few moments I am drawn,
But like the clouds, I do move on.
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