A poem about a little lonely yellow cloud that drifted away from the others yet found its place.
The last yellow cloud never touched the sky
it drifted away to the moon
it swam and it flipped till the sun scolded it
its bright cheeks reddened with shame.
The last yellow cloud drifted away
its heart crumbling with sorrow
it closed its eyes and wept, lonely
till the last orange cloud came.
The last blue cloud, and the
last red cloud, and the lasts of the lasts of the clouds.
They gathered around the tear stricken yellow
till its face brightened and turned to the sun.
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