I love it when clouds appear as hills
Of tufts of grey amidst winter's chill,
Dullset underneath azzure skies.
The frosted sun casts a misty shadow
Over slopes melting under watercoloured glow
As the rising dew obscures milky light.
My love at once had felt such thrill
But met a heart shivering still.
Alas those clouds descended into night.
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