Some skeins of fluffy cotton are creeled across the sky
the urge to spin a yarn becomes too clingy to deny
before I even get a chance to let the shuttle fly
ethereal fibers fade as if submerged in bluish dye.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
Yes, and now we ask ourselves why.
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hey Richard, they were those kind of clouds that fade quickly, it was a very hot day, maybe I was hallucinating ;-)
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