Clouds Are Nothing But A Toy
sparrows roam the cloudy sky,
dodging raindrops, flying by,
reaching heights never explored;
building nests they once adored,
but with time the easy day
they both watched wither away.
harder times mean greater joy;
clouds are nothing but a toy.
©LukaKorba
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Luka.