I found a box of clouds
wrapped up with a pretty bow
for whom is this present so light
dare I open the box and them go
clouds can not be captured
and put back in, you know

Treat your words like clouds
for when you let them go
you can not bring them back
let them be light and airy
not storm clouds full
of thunder and woe

Let all you say
hang suspended in the sky
catching colors in the morning
and evening, form charming fantasies
throughout the day


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