wind blows white wilds there and back mad egg whites whipped and frothing

no cobwebs here no cobwebs there      clouds are gray duvets stretched then bunched

they have no end even where they begin to gallop       no horses from the camargue they

but the wildly shod of desert dunes       hills are moored today but sky is loose

though wide an electric jewellery airshow arcs       not far away trees are running

they shake their heads and scream       all move west faster than the sun

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