I watch the cloud
Slowly passing over
The patch of land
Where I stand
Like a mammoth ship
Crushing tides of a
Blue sea it moves on
Looking grand
It has a silver color
With frayed edges it
Spreads to four corners
Of the sky
It can’t come down
It can’t go up and like
A bird with plumes
It can’t fly
I don’t love the cloud
It does not bear rain
For the mortals in this
Scorching heat
I wish it should bring
Rain and thunder for the
Parched earth or death
It should meet
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