Every cloud atop the azure sky
has its own story to share
the lakes that they rise from
to the rivers where they disappear
Stories of shapes they form above
of tales from bedtime lores
children in awe, share granny's bed
...to young men and their chores
Shapes and shades of bluish hue
the autumn sky beholds,
like a crown atop the deep blue sky
rings in festive doles! !
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