These clouds come out from the water of the earth,
They have thoroughfare, as programmed in air-path,
Tossed like tottered walks, yet firm with whitewash,
Making jewel of hovering water, quenching our thirst.
The blue has got the heart to hold them at far,
There they do move in freedom of mind we do search,
Here we upon the earth see their moment of purge
Forming water bubbles, to pour in ponds, tulip and
Rivers and bodies of the earth, we see through window,
Falling of rain, daisies of life, that we soak in mind,
In dream of life, new life, dwell with founding terms,
Those we build in our source of diamond murmurs.
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