Clouds
They cover the sky with their perfect color of white
Changing constantly with the flowing winds might
All shapes and sizes they put on a show
We marvel at their existence as they come and go
Sometimes there clear fluffy and light
Other times thick and dark and consume the light
It looks like god is painting when we look out our pane
We love them until they come and bring the rain
They seem so close like we could reach out and grab their tail
We dislike them when they bring snow on a heavy scale
I look up in the sky and see breaks of blue
I see different kinds clouds but they all remind me of you
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