It Began With The Clouds

Candy gloss clouds,

playful pink, parading across the sky,

selfless,

sending a smile to every passing person,

with nothing to gain and no reason to remain kind in a cruel world.

The languishing light is tired,

but she traipses from her bed,

climbing up to meet the soft winds of an autumn morning,

and somehow,

despite everything,

anything feels possible.

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