Clouds
Clouds
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Dark night might snatch
A knight from matchbox;
The ark, what an art
To peer cumulonimbus clouds
Hovering around, shouting so loud
Like revving a bus, shooting
Thunderstorms like bullets,
Under thorns of lightning's horns
Oh, clouds why are you
Slouching over us? And
Why are you so surly?
Have we done anything wrong?
One thing we do is to slide with
The wave, but, you're harsh?
Why don't you hush?
Clouds clock is ticking whilst
You tick locking us in austere.