Sunshine
Like the clouds slowly move around
To let the golden sunshine through
Don't worry if you fall down
I will be there for you
If the sky falls down and the sunshine dies
I promise you will find a way
Out of this and know that I'd never lie
I promise you will be okay
Lara Houssami
4-16-2020
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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.
