I think that in a different life I would be a cloud.
Clouds are nostalgic and melancholic, like me.
At least that's how I see myself.
Clouds are also free.
They travel eternally without stopping.
But when they stop they bring rain.
Just like me.
When I decide to stay in someone's life I bring rain and storms..
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Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
