A single cloud,
Looming in the sky
Floating gracefully
From horizon on--
Like cotton
Delicately making its way.
Slow and steady
Careful to retain its shape
Afraid to waste a single drop...
Perhaps it needs its entirety
Where it goes,
Off in the distance somewhere
Only clouds are allowed to see.
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