There are clouds

familiar ones

maybe the one

overhead right now

listening to broken hearts

watching feet run away



the moods of souls

the arrows of words up

and tears shed

falling down


the cloud, maybe this one

has heard it all

extending an empathetic

extension of itself

absorbing the pain

folding it into

the covers of itself

apart from the shadows

it spreads

taking the pain and grief

to the horizon

where it quietly melts

into the ocean.



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