The Clouds
The clouds hover above
Watching over me like an angel
Protecting me from the sun's fire like breath
A reflection off the water
is like the suns rays
passing through a diamond
Flickering and reflecting
Giving off an illusion like a master magician
Illusions, Illusions, Illusions in the fog
Playing Hide and seek with my eyes
Twisting my brain in knots
What is it, I ask?
The clouds start to laugh at me
But laughter soon turns to sadness and I cry
A Teardrop touches my face
And a teardrop slides down my cheek
Finally reaching my chin
As a solitary teardrop falls
You can hear the echo of a thousand more
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