Amisdt the clear blue sky,
That cloud was hanging along the horizon as it caught my eye through the window of the bustling metro.
How calm it must be to be able to sit above all this chaos, of humans running without any end. How happy that cloud must be, to sit miles above. But how did it reach there, that’s another story a hundred worlds apart.
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