Last week, the wraiths came
With dazzling beauty
And changing form.
We looked for faces
Because we’re human.
In looking, they appeared,
Illusions from our own minds.
Watching with awe
Their delicate dance
In the slow spinning sky
Until with dusk,
They passed over head
Into the glorious night
~ Joceile
7.8.23
[Pictures of thin delicate white clouds in many shapes with drifting tails in a blue sky.]
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