Motion ~ i/iii

i can stare at the sky no lie
and watch the world fly right by

birds of a feather may flock stretched wide
or in a line how an arrow glides

even stars as they twinkle seem to move
in their own little world with a groove

but when a puffy cloud appears, white as snowy swirls
dotting the sky like whipped cream twirls

the wind drops in for a visit
huffing and puffing like a bandit

bringing along a chill that fills
the sky with dark clouds on a thrill

waves on by as it flutters
like fluffing a blanket that covers

picking up speed, going faster
wishing i could fly, like that fucker!


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