LAST_CLOUDS_
The last clouds drift across the sky,
Whispers of a fading sigh.
Their edges frayed, their colors pale,
Like ghosts that tell a silent tale.
They float, untouched by time or care,
A...
Whispers of a fading sigh.
Their edges frayed, their colors pale,
Like ghosts that tell a silent tale.
They float, untouched by time or care,
A...