Mehregan đźŽ
@mehregan080
Oh, drifting clouds so soft and light, You paint the sky with pure delight. In shapes of ships or cotton lace, You dance with time, a fleeting grace. You weep with rain, you blush at dawn, Your silver threads the wind has drawn. Yet when the sun reclaims the blue, You fade like dreams—yet born anew.
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