The Vengeance of the Clouds

Silent observer through the mist,

droplets of clarity distort the reality.

By sunbeams, superficial colours kissed,

the fog within that lets us be.

Touched gently, barely felt at all,

caressing air and the entrapment of blindness.

A helpful cry, a haunting call,

the vengeance to finally rest.

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