Do You Still
Do you still have the time
To look out of the window
And see the clouds moving slowly
Passing by as if they were queuing
In a random sporadic set of lines
Passing through
For the sole purpose
For men to gaze and be amazed
Of the grand parade
Every morning and every day
Bowing and in sync
Glory be still
To their movement
Like an eternal chanting
Willingly and beautifully
As if being blessed
And in full bliss
Upon glorious morning
And all of these
Just a window away
Do you still have the time
Do you still
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