A Misty Circumlocution

Coming together like living magic, breaking liquidity apart More infused with passion, that never has an end or start Strongly vibrant with rhythmic silent sounds, that be still a stoutly content beating heart A misty circumlocution, talking in invisible tongues, struggling to be smart Oh, how clouds are the skies very own well stocked al a carte A water color of depth, changing per second, alive work of art