MAGICAL CLOUDS
White cotton clouds,
Drifting, softly by,
Sailing above the trees,
Way up in the sky.
The sun slowly fades away,
As the day changes, from morning till night,
The clouds start to disappear,
Only briefly, they stay.
Clouds are moments of magic,
And dreams they send our way!!
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