The Green blanket of grass was tickling my cheaks
As i lay on a day, that is cloudy and dangerous.
The sun is a gift that gives me protection and peace
as i play hide and go seek with me.
Using the clouds to suprise me more.
Like my trials that come and pass
somehow knowing that they will not last.
We suprise eachother by the tears that we shed.
I never know when the next will come.
For the clouds are always playing wiht my head.
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