Cloud Candescence

Heavenly Clouds

Achingly semi-precious ashen,
Swoons the sweven skies,
While the voids of heartbreak,
Dangle from lacuscular cotton,
Luring melancholic beatitude,
To pour out flurries of ebullition,
Onto wicked hills in cataclysm.

 

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