I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
i don't know how i adore sky and his clouds, but then i find them. clouds. hanging on the sky. WHITE. i love how they look.
him : when did u start loving the clouds?
me : when i passed them
him : what?
me : yes. i've passed and seen them clearly.
when i was in plane. i saw to the outside of the window. then i found them. white, huge, clear. CLOUDS. that was the time i start loving the sky and clouds. they were pretty cool. they looked so bright. they looked so awesome.
when i saw to the sky and clouds, i felt...... i was strong enough. to move. to take a new chance. and that was how the clouds inspired me.
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