Cloud!
Dated: 23 Jan 1994
Flying in the sky, you look proud
while and soft, you look good
After every summer noon you look thicker and shout
You seem smiling in the evening lot
Night I heard the sounds of raindrops fall
In my sleep, and early at the dawn
I searched for you in leap
But where have you gone? My precious Cloud!
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