The sky now nondescript is mostly grey.
If clouds could speak I wonder what they’d say.
Without words,how can they speak to us?
Their world is shapes, what is their life of love?
Today the sky
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The sky now nondescript is mostly grey.
If clouds could speak I wonder what they’d say.
Without words,how can they speak to us?
Their world is shapes, what is their life of love?
How my heart sings 