Clouds, in minor

I usually try not to quote famous music or people in blog, but due to the effect of a series of peculiar events that have changed the way I look at cirrus clouds, verses from Pink Floyd can be read in the lines that follow.
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"Cirrus Minor"
In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the graze.
Yellow bird, you are not lone
in singing and in flying on,
in laughing and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water,
waving to the river daughters,
swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor,
saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles of moonlight later.
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I'm working on another short story. It's not about politics.