For sun and clouds

This is for warm bright days that follow cool, starlit nights;
And for all the lonely clouds, scattered across November skies…
When a soft sandy beach beacons, from just beyond the hills
The chill of blue waves crashing, into a million foaming frills…
For sunshine lost to tinted panes, this measly ode I compose;
And for life spent earning a living, in an air-conditioned 'inpost'

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