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White Clouds
With stillness,
an innocence,
a cloud, just one,
travels through time,
and my eyes.
Unaware,
It floats effortlessly
(my mind in equal)
and smiles down
to us.
To the sadness,
To the hatred,
To perfection.
It longs to understand.
To see.
Remaining white,
pure, untouched.
- Alejandro Bonfil
