The clouds look like furrows in the sky
awaiting someone’s seed so they can cry
perchance a passing spirit will comply
and sow the naked nimbus with a sigh,
the clouds are like furrows in the sky
producing new descendants to deny
a boorish breed whose bruises multiply
the wrinkles of a God that wonders why
the clouds look like furrows in the sky.
Are You Reading Me?
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