High like the sky, low as the ocean.
Cloudy when filled, but
empty without motion.
Waves pushing tides with momentum.
Wind propelling the stratus with ease.
But blue it must stay.
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Author:
aj10 (
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Comments1
Is this the start of summer.
Would be nice.
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