Nights Under Tranquil Clouds
Nights
under tranquil clouds,
my hands in my pockets,
my head in those tranquil clouds,
the sweet sounds of night
birds,
the intimacy of song,
the air whispering,
floating in my ears.
I look up at the clouds
with wet eyes,
twilight fills my vision,
it caresses my tears.
under tranquil clouds,
my hands in my pockets,
my head in those tranquil clouds,
the sweet sounds of night
birds,
the intimacy of song,
the air whispering,
floating in my ears.
I look up at the clouds
with wet eyes,
twilight fills my vision,
it caresses my tears.
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