morning has broken
dawn
swirling
winds, clouds four up
bird flying toward the open-mouth dragon
cottons.... naked shooter
lumpy
overcast
golden
shooting
dusk - red hot
heaven opens up
sea of fire
soft as the softest
high as the highest
winds, sunlight, play artist on them
candy, cotton, shapes of anything
white, pale, brilliant, hues of every colors
now you see them, now you don't
in them
lies
fleeting
impermanence
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