A Morning I Treasure
Layer of clouds
By hazy gaps.
Thin and dark
Like a curtain
In a great hurry.
An infinite variety
Of magnificent forms
Each so different
Sun peeping through
The upper layer
Like a caged lion
Gnawing at the bars.
At times the sun
Full moon playing
Hide and seek
One bright night.
On one side
Rain bearing clouds
Forming dark streaks
From sky to earth
At the horizon.
In dark green
Of eternal affinity
In my surroundings.
I store and treasure
In my memory
And in these lines.
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