Tempory effervescence of pink clouds

I eat only at dawn and dusk 

Simple little bits

Like cotton candy in colour but like iced blood in taste

I don’t love or hate it
They see me sometimes 

Faster and quick I’ll be

Bites of clouds they think

Nothing simple as the most beautiful things to see in the sky 
It’s my only food now

Since the storm clouds left in autumn

They taste like lemons and crime 

I love them, more than flying on the sky

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