Clouds...
Full and living....
Living the life, that it was meant to unfold.
Filling the spaces in the air, and filling the mold.
Seeing the day as it is breaking.
No matter where is goes, it feels the sinking.
Seeing, human kind has fallen so low.
No matter what happens it just keeps, drifting by slow.
So has the day ends. It comes to a part...
Where clouds tend to live and some tend to part.
*Yup that one is deep. Hope you like it.*
