Clouds like ghosts or fairies
Swooping past gracefully
In the distance, another aircraft
Floating merrily through a Godly canvas
And here, aerial snow like bony fingers
A skeletal mass
Remains of the spectre lurking above
Mutating clouds
Their forms as varied
As the expression on the cherub
Seated next to me
Her dimples a thing of magic
Like the painting outside my window.
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