thoughts would become crystal clear
predicted the weekly paper, for my star
even the cloud said so, which was near
when it cleared up and went away, far
dont know if it will ever be the same again
tells the dew on the grass in a teary farewell
would love to capture it forever & detain
but its best to let go, my heart would tell
staring at the long gone cloud in the sky
braced myself for the heat that lays ahead
had known all along, away it would fly
its the memories that linger on, that I dread
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