Scurry away eastwards errant clouds....
Blown by wind as if angry with its task
Laden with moisture they rise higher and higher-
Freight trains of the skies
Have you room to carry of love and my desire onwards on your journey??
Carry them Eastwards  to my secret love  
Then let them fall as drops of rain on her
Allow them to permeate
her heart so that she might recognise my love...
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