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Clouds


Watching beautiful clouds,
I feel tempted to touch them.
That dates back to my childhood.
The trouble is, they turn
into faint mists seen close up.
I found it by mountain climbing.

Nonetheless, some clouds remain
their shapes from the least distance.
It was a fine day
at my age of five.
My family went on a picnic.
Going up an observatory
on a mountain, I've got fascinated
by the lovely scenery.
And marvelously more, small masses
of white clouds are running
in some feets' distance.
I kept hanging on the fence
trying to touch them.
Many figures went on,
but none of them came
within my reach.
"Jack" Mother called me.
So I gave up waiting
and went back to her.
After some steps, I glanced back.
"Wow" I cried.
A piece of cloud
came by the edge.
I ran back
and streched out my hands.
But I missed it by few inches.
The mass went farther away.
"Jack, hurry up!" Mother called again.
I walked back
with my shoulder dropped,
holding some regrets.
The chance did not return again.

Thence, clouds are always
beyond my reach.
I've never caught a piece of them.