Clouds Spread like canopies, trailing like sashes,Changing shape in the sky’s midst,Showing no trace of dust,Off to the south, in from the north,Nowhere ever lingering.Ten thousand miles of heaven and earthAll your neighbors.
Clouds
Spread like canopies, trailing like sashes,Changing shape in the sky’s midst,Showing no trace of dust,Off to the south, in from the north,Nowhere ever lingering.Ten thousand miles of heaven and earthAll your neighbors.
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