Cloud

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                        Clouds

In the village today

        processions of cirrus clouds

                                    passing across the fields of sky

through the slow haze of afternoon

                     each time I notice them I think of you                                       somewhere smiling or talking or simply being

so casually beautiful

                   with every passing moment.


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