Cloud

Floating in the sky

Like white fluid still in time

But moves in slow grace

Swirled with a brush by an oil painter

Yet sculpted with regality of wood

A whisper full of substance

An illusion of support

This mischievous oxymoron 

A melancholy beauty

This figure of grandeur

Is nothing but a passing

Cloud.

nimbostratus

NY

15 years old

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