she is my cloud

the wind comes along and my eyes are locked on the Cloud that passes by with it

the Cloud with perfect eyes

the Cloud that does not need the sun to shine

But rather the cloud that outshines the sun

the Cloud that sparkles more than each star
the Cloud that isn’t afraid to go far

the Cloud that doesn’t apologize to rain

the Cloud that is more famous than a rainbow

the Cloud that continued to drift on by

Taking up the sky as it goes

But a cloud is just a cloud

But still I love it proud 

And say it loud

This cloud I’m so happy I found 


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