Cloud-watcher

He’s fond of watching the sky
By how the clouds roll by
Each day when he pulls the blinds
He get what he never find
Each morning, she would stay
Smiles at him and say
“Goodmorning, love”
And the lights turns red and white
He can see her heart in the clouds
That’s why he always looks up.
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