Who can ever tell what a cloud shall be one that moves willingly one that shall demise one that leaves a wrinkle of rain one that covers the land with a screen who can ever tell what a cloud shall be be envious of it every moment be oppressed by it's every storm be saddened by it's every weep and be conciliated with it's tender flow There are days were it's freight and day where it is deprived but each one is a uniquely formed quarrel of creation, that brings us congenial and immoral days but who can ever tell what a cloud shall be In this endless world that looks like eternity we can never learn what a cloud will be.
Shinkai Kyoufu · Wed Aug 22, 2007 @ 05:26am · 0 Comments |