Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
“I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds”.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.