At a slight tilt of head, in skies open
None can afford to miss
The cottony castles;
with Water & Air crowned as King & Queen
Free to form their own form
With boundaries undefined wildly
On an errand to convey
Something, but nothing!
Gently smiling their way
With silver strings binding them
Mere dialogue of the 2
Brings down rain-pour
Ah! perceive their harmony
Having entered their kingdom, by sight mere
Leaves one in awe forever
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