A Cloud - Poem by Locura Alaam
Ever since a child I was
I dreamt of being a cloud
I look up high at them
How glorious seems that crowd
Their beauty matchless, truth
And pure indeed, so white
They stay up there, calm and still
Yet drifting slow through day and night
I wondered how they feel...
I wondered how they're real...
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