Clouds

Clouds

Soft as silk and satin
in the lofty blue above,
cumulus and nimbus
hold the eagle and the dove.

They sometimes show their faces
and paint them in the sky
riders of the westerlies
in the place where Angels fly.

In the fantasies of dreamers
the clouds remain a friend,
reflections of the spirit,
drifting gently to the end.

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