Those clouds hovering over the hill are free and still.

Seeing them from a distance, they look splendid.

I wonder where they are fluttering to.

Later they will fly leaving behind a clear sky.

The lush green hills will be clearly seen.

I wonder where they came from, was that the old dry lake or the water from the old well?

My question remained unanswered and they flew away.

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