Clouds
Mamma
is a cloud
Her face is drawn
Her face is drawn
in the veins of a leaf
She always wanted
to fly above the trees
Mamma is a leaf
floating on the wind
The clouds shape themselves
into her dreams
She always wanted
to fly above the trees
Mamma is a leaf
floating on the wind
The clouds shape themselves
into her dreams
Wind and Leaf -- David Hayward
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