Cloud Haiku

blanketing our world
pillows of grey yet to fall
wash away our tears

pillows of greyness
from high mountains to sea shores
portents of futures

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.

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