Clouds

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Clouds Clouds like nymphs fleeting heavenward. High above in childish fantasy, Pictures melting, fast deserting Loosing glory, gaining solitude. Bursting forth as living water. Sometimes grey, looming ominous. Coloured scarlet by dying embers. Broken by light, blue beyond. Where are they going, or coming from? Written Summer 1967 Last weekend I was at the ICEHOTEL, just outside Kiruna, Sweden. It’s …