The soft sky is missing the clouds
wrote their colour onto a piece of peaceful paper
they missed the white cotton clouds
so decided to land on a place with the same colour
writing as if talking to daisy petals
and saying hello to the wings of those dreaming doves
the soft sky can’t always be by by those clouds
sometimes missing something that can be a part of their world
a part of their space
so they find a place with a piece of paper
a colour a place that somehow makes them feel
their with something close to what’s often a part of their world
a part of their space
the sky moved wherever they wished
because they felt they could
just to be with a colour that resembles those cotton clouds
finding that same peaceful colour elsewhere