O clouds, when your dark plumage spread,
As the dark blue turned into black shroud,
The highlighting vibrant light holds multiple colors,
Waiting outside to pierce through your butter heart,
The crystals formed from the tiny seeds of hope,
Every vicious and victorious sapling has the same fable,
Down pour has the limit, depends upon your loads,
Come down quick, but as slow as you wish to let,
The rays of life just a few million miles apart,
O clouds, gather faster to have might holes filled,
I like to wish upon a little star at a very far distance,
Pour down and take away all our possessive wrath,
We can rebuild again and I like to wish upon a star.
that twinkles brightest among the dull stars.
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