Mist parades across the lawn in the gloomy morn
I hear the whispers of the clouds, how they’re forlorn
They are sadden by their loss of reverence upon high
Will they ever return to the sky?
sad clouds
Filed under Poems S - U
Mist parades across the lawn in the gloomy morn
I hear the whispers of the clouds, how they’re forlorn
They are sadden by their loss of reverence upon high
Will they ever return to the sky?
Filed under Poems S - U
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