~cuddled clouds~

the horizon cuddled with clouds,

my stare ascends into the gray.

I ask, are you proud?

my voice trembles out loud,

but my chest is warmed

to a sensation that is powerful, profound.

the eternal struggle between this space:

soul and thought.

the distance glows as the linkage grows

in this serene moment your memory has brought.

I wish to thank you

but my gratitude is superior to any adjective.

It is through my deeds that your spirit is relived

continuous as the clouds in the sky

I shall seek guidance above,

with two buoyant eyes.

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