The grey cloudy sight, with
The mingled sunlight touching upon The pure white clouds
Giving a beauty of gleaming White and whiter clouds Combined closet the grey shade, Making a mix and math combo The grey sharing the adjacent seat In the enormous sky
Copious patterns of clouds
In that patterning, the main patterning was of Waving clouds
One wave opening another, Growing bigger and bigger,
In the eyesight view visible to me The birds swam on the waves
And around the waves
Freely, subtly and beautifully; And then more gracefully! ! The Cloud complex of
Many small diffused
Clouds away from the waves Colored and pictured the sky The never better cloud view
Is but in the rainy cloud seasoning
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