the daughters of Acanthus
lend thier soft subtle
touch to the sky
sculpting fluffy mountains of cumulus
spinning fleecy silk roads of cirrus
the black eyed susans sing
of the shifting winds
as an epic morphology
of cloud formations
unfurls overhead
etching mythic dragons
in fiery morning sky
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