Filled to the brim
yet cruising effortless,
floating in thin air
Mighty as to hide the sun
and our hopes
for a cheery day
Flimsy as to let anything,
a bird, a plane or a wingless dream,
pass unhindered through them
Nebulous to the extent of not existing
Hung up in the firmament
unto nothing
Unencumbered by past
Memories of any shape or sizes,
not one recurring
Unbothered by future
Gray as themselves as it may be,
with or without the silver lining
They float over present
distanced and dispassionate
as only they can be
If only life could be more like them
We wouldn't feel as clouded/ overcast
living each moment
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