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September 24 2023
MAN OF THE CLOUDS

What future can there be with a Man of The Clouds?
There can only be the present and the present.
Ever changing. Ever moving. He blends in with his Cloud People.
Seldom alone. Sometimes he can be seen alone in a clear blue sky.
Disappearing. There is no sign of The Man of the Clouds.
My eyes search the sky for him a thousands times.
Light and bright with the Sun, gloomy and dark with rain and storms.
He is mystical and magical with the Moon.
And where a I? I'm looking up at all the beauty and wonder.
The Man of The Clouds and I are always in the present