The clouds hang like a beautiful painting,

And the blueish sky fits it even more,

My love do you know that you’re my yearning,

Oh how i wish i could do you, like a daily chore.


A cloud marches, oblivious of down below,

Moving forward, as if its in objection,

And missing you, my heart becomes hollow,

I will keep on chasing you, until you’re my possession.




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