See! It has come again, lonely and no friends
Brought lots of hope, and curious blends
He is a bit shy, don’t know where to fly
Gazing down the city, saying everyone hi
He takes route of its shadow, downhill and meadow
Keep making different shapes, abstract and funky
He plays with frisky air, but do not dare
People see him with hope, don’t know how to cope
They don’t like him, they want his black mates
He is of no use, has no debt or dues
But no one knows, he is a messenger and a spy
He is simple, white, and don’t have any say
The lonely cloud just show the black one their way
nice one bro...keep it on....
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