Towering clouds in sunset hues
against a field of invincible blue,
with their base in shadow and bodies aglow,
on lightning legs they march on the wind
to an end they surely know,
even as they begin. Even as
they began, they surely knew.
This day is to die for, and they will make
a glorious end of it,
before it is through.
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