the sound-cloud
The sound-cloud with a silence act,
White soft smoke with a bright
Foamy art,
The sound-cloud travels with light
And circles in an area,
It shrinks and sometimes it blinks
With an heart-breaking violence,
The sound-cloud is fixed, irrational
Yet unexpected brightness are optional,
When the sound-cloud breath with
A soft smile and it breaths and breaths
For survival and for breath,
I reckoned the sound-cloud originate
Sounds without an alternate help– i reckon,
It communicate and live on streaming,
What is the sound-cloud?
The sound-cloud is like a measles-pox contact
In a snowy winter,
Cold– while the snows melt and the flood stays afloat,
Warm– while the sun helps shine and alight the day,
Perhaps we are the greatest sound-cloud. we are
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