The clouds tell stories
White and floating, shifting shape
What are their secrets
Laying in the grass
Wishing I could sleep in them
My cottony bed
Billowy and white
Clouds are home to my daydreams
The sky is heaven
Black and threatening
Heavy as stone, rain pounding
It’s what we need
The clouds are painted
By the sun, cotton candy
Butter, tangerine
Chilly nighttime clouds
Mystery against the moon
They bring quiet sleep
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