Ships of the sky.
Some days cutting the sky fast.
Born on the wind, slicing the air.
Making a way further from home.
Other days slow and peace filled.
Graceful and dreamy, lazily drifting.
So you can dream of shapes hidden.
Some days a full blockade and then,
Glorious opening, revealing light.
Surprise and delight stream down.
Who knew simple clouds could hold
A world all their own, waiting for us
To slow down and watch in awe.
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