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I looked at the clouds today
And in their game of charades in the sky
I saw one take the shape of my dreams
A spectral projection of my desires, beckoning me to see.
This cloud of desires
It reached out and enveloped me,
With a kiss of mist so dense in feeling,
It turned into teardrops of broken dreams
That tumbled from my eyes like a waterfall,
And cleansed my face until I was as fresh as a forest stream
The path ahead clear and certain.
After the storm, this cloud,
A stutter of popcorn wishes and wisps of grey
Formed shapes I recognised, a tiny bird, a beautiful mountain, a friendly face.
It painted me with iridescence so bright I could see my reflection
And played me a beautiful symphony that smelled like rain.
I trembled with anticipation like the dew of a new day.
And I could not help but smile.
This cloud of wishes
It was a gift to see it.
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