Angel Cloud

February 2, 2012
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Glorious grandeur,
She glides graciously
Across vast opaque blue.
Her white hair billows like marshmallow
Delicate, serene
She catches a whiff of freshness

Looks over luscious, flat evergreen
Extending the horizon
Rice stalks frolic
A single palm tree juts out,
Asserting its pride.

The angel cloud looks over all
Then slowly, diminishes into thin air.

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