Rising, falling
a revealing through the whisps
Tangeled, lighting
going on and on, up and up
Birds hide in its
wandering hue, a secret
Fluttering, flitting
finding breakfast in its tendrils
All is unclear
a mystery behind the rolls
Waiting for the lift
to reveal the world
Enjoying the extremes
which made it come
Listening for the call
to come clear of its grasp
Awaiting a time
for the mystery beneath
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