A puff of wind flies over,
The surface as the mist billows,
Into the blanket above,
They swarm larger and larger,
Until a nebulous is form,
With Cumulous upon Cumulouse,
Of clouds,
Covering the sky.
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Short Stories
ContoA bunch of short stories in one book that will be updated every Friday (or when I have something to share). It might be poems or stories! Read if you want!
