Clouds.
Drifts gently on a calming breeze
A white trail moves across the vast sky
Forming shapes in the cerulean blue
They gather slowly,
It then turns grey.
And the blue is gone
but to be seen soon again.
Clouds.
Drifts gently on a calming breeze
A white trail moves across the vast sky
Forming shapes in the cerulean blue
They gather slowly,
It then turns grey.
And the blue is gone
but to be seen soon again.
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