Walking in clouds

Lost in grey haze,
On the dewy hills,
Lusty gales whipping by,
I am-
Softly caressed,
By luscious vapours
that wash away my blues,
Unseen solace sublime,
For clouds would one day drift
to let in sun shine.

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