The Show

So here I am, on a windy afternoon
Watching the best show ever:
Passing clouds, gray, white,
Flying curtains brushing the windows of my eyes
Revealing and concealing blue hues of a shy sky

This moving show moves me within
I am a leaf that stirs in the tree
But yearns to be free

Whilst my thoughts consider this scene
Of howling gusts on the cumulus nimbus
The strangest thing happens:
I get carried away ... awake in this dream!


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