Clouds pass by, silent,
against cerulean sky...
daring you to watch!
Artists paint the sky,
they say the clouds are easy...
they come in all shapes!
There was a rogue cloud,
it came from the horizon...
to share drops of hope!
Clouds float overhead,
they're waving their big white hands...
and the odd smile!
There comes a hard rain,
to take my sister sorrow...
and my brother pain!
date: 3/2/23...
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