Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art.
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