Meandering
Cyclic
Tortuous
Winding paths
From up above
We rejected
Hide and seek
Behind opaque clouds
Fixed in dissimilar directions
Heads rested
On the cloud-cushions
An orgasmic wave
Benumbed…
Breaths boomed
The plethora of clouds and
Loosely hanging blue spread
The earth below, ablaze!
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