Unfurling and jettisoning clouds across the heavens, heaving
a sigh of relief as they billow and float about, not a one
being hurt.
Evening light draping itself around each little cloud, gently
as a mother with her child.
Wisps of prayers tangling among the heavens, getting caught
everywhere and not minding, sharing the laughter of earth
with the entire universe.
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