Clouds like cut glass
Jut upwards past blue
To a star drenched sky
White and gray flotillas
And oddity
Black spike clouds
Stillness of the air
Pent up breathe
The sense of waiting
Tripwire minutes
Even birds dare not sing
And minute trill quickly silenced
When found no else that dare answer
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Pelgris 
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