Could you,
Maybe if I wish enough, and put my time into it. Should I create a dream board of those pictures, the things I want. An image burned in mind, an artist's take on what could be. Would we be painted in oils, or acrylics, or watercolour. Maybe just a print, in simple black and white.
The clouds were beautiful today, they played in dashes of reds, blues, greens. Every colour I cannot see, but I know are there. Their graceful wander about the skies only frees minds to another place altogether. To help take us away in that moment. I ask so subtly, so quietly you barely can hear.
Could you, could you be my cloud. Let me drift away in a moment together. See where the winds take us. Live.
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