It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's a Cloud
A lazy Sunday afternoon
Just watching the clouds go by,
If I was a cloud I'd pass over your house
And write your name up there in the sky
In cottony letters, soft, fluffy, and white,
Then a lining of red in the blue
Would outline your name 'til a heart shape did form
From the red of my heartbeat for you
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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