The Way Of Clouds
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Sandra Feldman
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Clouds are weird formations,
That stir imaginations,
Sometimes like cities in the Sky,
They just float by,
Other times from white to gray,
They let the Tempest, rain away,
Always entertaining,
Never dull, never returning,
In same shape or form,
For the Way of Clouds,
There is no norm.
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