see how dubiously they hung
at the fairness of sky
and you thought they 'll be there for long
but you will force to believe a lie

and how gently do they drift
from the fondness of the heart,
but you 'll never know they are gift
hovering atop the shadows of man

But still they will disappear
like false friends during harmatan
and reappear like monks in dispear
shading the sun like minds over matter

clouds they are as we belive,
but they also could be dust
that sprinkle down the lust of eve,
it blind us to the worst

they are always there
disgusing with every weather
but once a closer look you bear
then you see the fact of life wonders.

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