Jun 6, 2022
To me you seem as precious, as the clouds of silver and gold See my eyes get clear, unlike clouds, they dont want to turn old But they look at them, they feel them, they bring them to my soul What about you? What do you look for in the cold? Because your heart, like clouds, makes me wanna run, and explode But the clouds don't want my love And I want someone to hold To me you seem more precious, than the clouds that lost their gold
— written by Joana Caetano Gomes, based on a cloud from the sunset of 5th of june of 2022☁️