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Air is never thin,
And empty doesn't exist.
The sky's full of clouds.
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The line dividing
Clear below from blue above
Holds the unseen clouds.
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The wind never stops.
It's always blowing somewhere,
Tickling sleeping clouds.
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The only stillness
Is flying fast as the wind:
Reach, and touch the clouds.
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Dampness from the dry,
The air becoming liquid,
Gathering the clouds.
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My beckoning hoof
Calls them into existence,
Tells them that they're clouds.
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My hovering wings
Stir the thickness of the air,
Stir potential clouds.
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The scent of water,
Sharp and flowing, free and clear,
Wants to turn to clouds.
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How can I deny
This perfect convocation?
Come! Dance with me, clouds!
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Spin, you air above,
You blue and crystalline depths,
The canvas for clouds!
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Shift, you air below,
Warm as the earth and sluggish,
The meat of all clouds!
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Bow to each other,
Reach across the tropopause!
Mix and become clouds!
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Cold, boiling vapor,
Warming quick and mounting fast,
Waking into clouds!
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Rollicking, alive,
Wanting to burst out from me,
Spreading wondrous clouds!
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Pull their air in tight:
Got to keep them tame and sweet.
Cyclones? No! Just clouds!
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Swirling around them,
Stretching like a second skin:
These are mine! My clouds!
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Spread across the skies
Mountainous, fluffy, white, gray:
Clouds! Such awesome clouds!