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Clouds
Maghrib; West
The sun sets, tired and weary, its shift is finished
The moon will soon appear ready to start its
But the clouds are always there:
Blue at dusk – red at dawn
They look up to the heavens - Half way there
They look down to Earth – Half way there
They look happy joyous and jocund
But what they feel doesn’t conform
They try to speak – try to communicate
They know all the languages,
But yours,
They know all the words
But you understand none
They are merely there to reflect emotions
Red from the sun’s redness
Blue from the moon’s blueness
Let them speak – Let me speak
