Bewilderment befalls me as Iook into the sculptured skies
Sympathetic dreamy hues softly floating by
Giant clouds of luster step into my view
Hurling wings ferociously playing up thier frenzied cries.
The drama in the air with it's often scary flare,
One day I'd like to soar with it; it's danger and it's grace.
Inside the air to me would be A MOST AMAZING PLACE!
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