Adrift on azure seas, where sunlight softly spills,
Feathery clouds, like galleons, climb imagination's hills.
Sails of purest white, billowing in the breeze,
They carry hidden treasures, secrets whispered through the trees.
No anchor holds them fast, these vessels of the sky,
They drift on currents unseen, where whispered fancies lie.
Shapes that shift and morph, with every passing gust,
A canvas...
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