[Nephomancy from the Greek for “cloud” and “divination”]
Clouds skimming across blue skies
Drifting as they metamorphose
Into symbols that prophecise the future
Giving warning of what may be
Or even reassurance that all is not lost
Across the heavens they skate
With their intimation of mystery
Only ceasing to divulge their secrets
When they are no more
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