The clouds look like a man, old, bearded, his hair long, he is curled up in a tight ball

The clouds look like a hand reaching out to him

The cloud begins to fade, the man is looking up, the sun makes it look like he has hope

But the side I see, is mostly in darkness and I don’t know what the man is holding but it isn’t his knees anymore

The hand becomes three hands reaching.

But he is pulling away and his shape is gone

Left behind dark water colour skies and clouds floating by.

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