The sun shines ever on and on
But a blanket of velvet covers the trees
The light I search can not be found
For I am under this blanket
Running, walking, crawling
To find a way out
I see the clouds
But they only exsist in my imagination
I can not stop Hoping and wishing
To see them once more
For this dark velvet
It will not let me out
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I love to touch those velvet clouds Andrew! Thank you so much for your lovely comment on 'I was born by the river'