Infinite Air

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I stare intently,

It wonder,

At the infinite air,

The sweet blue above me,

And that weird white gob,

Is it a whale?

Or could it be an ice cream cone,

Who ever knows?

One people says this,

Another describes it as that,

Everyone’s perspective different,

Oh the cloud holder

So fascinating

It seems to laugh at me,

As I try hopelessly,

To figure it out,

How was it made?

Did it just magically appear?

I’m so curious

But I can’t

Can’t find the answers

 To the never ending list of questions,

So as I stare,

I will always be puzzled,

But I will stare anyway,

At the amazing blue,

Always on top on the world





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