twist and turn through skies,
in billowed blown becoming,
of heaven's fulsome breath.
In blossomed, bright beginnings,
through staggered strips
and rents, the drifts and puffs
dress endless, ancient vision.
In measured steps of swirl
and turn, through dance of
light and dark, they birth
through day to night.
i like the strength of your words how they juxtapose the weightlessness of clouds. yet birth, for all of it's fragility is great strength.
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