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I'm just a cloud
I'm just a passerby
I told you how
I'd bless your life
And leave again
For I'm delicate
You hurt me so
Drown in regret
You tell me not
To cry over them
But you made me cry
And you will again
I cried because of you
I blessed you with my rain
And I will still cry for you
Though your presence will still bring me pain
I told you I am just a cloud
And I'll leave your life one day
It hurts that for someone like you
I will melt away
I'm just a cloud up in your sky
Made of tears for you to see
So please for now respect that I
Ask you to never remember me
Lara Houssami
3-22-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
