I am a master of disguise moving in open sky.
Maybe you will see me as princess walking cross sky,
or a lion jumping through hoops golden from sunlight.
Perhaps, I’ll be a flying pegasus moving through rainbow,
or a heart throbbing in the wind.
Conceivably, I could be a bird gliding with a flock of winged beings on their way to tree tops.
I am indeed a master of disguise. I am a cloud.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
I am a master of disguise moving in open sky.
Maybe you will see me as princess walking cross sky,
or a lion jumping through hoops golden from sunlight.
Perhaps, I’ll be a flying pegasus moving through rainbow,
or a heart throbbing in the wind.
Conceivably, I could be a bird gliding with a flock of winged beings on their way to tree tops.
I am indeed a master of disguise. I am a cloud.
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