Posted on: August 1, 2016, by :

No matter what happens,

You’ve gotta move on,

Like those unstoppable clouds,

Fly to distant places,

Like those nomadic clouds,

Give birth to the rains of joy,

Like those prolific clouds,

And finally,

Disappear someday,

Like those evanescent clouds.


Those vague, free and vivid clouds.

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