Cloud Ride

Tell the ones in the hills,
in the far across mountainous range.
The sky is flat here,
and flat ribbons across the blue
clouds of fury and a calm and of silk.

These are the days the sun waits for
pounces on a puff and gets taken away.
She doesn’t have to drive,
just take the ride
watch everything float away.

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