They are soft, yes
But they they can be a loud
Thunder clapping, lightning flashing
Wind thrashing storm
They can be pure white across blue
The kind you see your psyche in
As you drift with her words
They gather and thicken
Drift and dissipate
She is the ocean, wind and water
And she speaks in clouds to the sky
But you can hear her
With your eyes
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