The Clouds of My Past
Walking on the midnight clouds of dust
Falling like a rain drop
There is nothing I can do
To stop the stars from shining
To stop you from your dreaming
Because all the clouds of my past
Vanish from my eyes
When you stop and see me
For what I am inside
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Blue Jae
Freelance artist and experimental animator. Wannabe novelist and film geek.
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