I’m envious of the clouds

I’m envious of the clouds

   That float happily in the sun -

Changing into colorful shrouds -

   Lumping from many into one.

Their most compatible friend -

   The wind, admits

They beautify the high heaven.

   Nebulosity permits

Travel without a passport.

   They slip away on a whim

For a day’s length or more

   And return a denizen.

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[Arundass TP]

Hmmm... good work. Enjoyed reading 👍