Passing Clouds

Lingering downpours
Falling out from grey blossoms
Flowering obscurely
Beneath sunlit clarity
That opens outwards
Whilst drawing inwards
To receptive shadow
That soaks itself in shade

Where water wells and rises
Onto surface
Brimming over
With pulsing moments
Each a story
Within a story
Ad infinitum
That mirrors the passing
Of clouds with no future
Apart from themselves

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