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The soft , white clouds that float on high
Throw shadows on the ground
They paint their faces on the sky
And pass, but make no sound
Reflections are but shadows caught
And tinted by the glass
Memories come like painted thought
And lingeringly pass.
Thus, like this love that once we shared
They come and fade away.
Knowing that we both once cared
And loved - in yesterday.
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Author Notes
Artworkby cleo 85 sincere thanks for a perfect image for my words.
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