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The Flying Cloud
The Flying Cloud
1 min
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See the flying clouds,
Like a white pillow in a blue sky bedsheet,
Pay attention to their structures!
Do they don't look like white and foamy snow?
Orchids are white;
And so as clouds.
They finds hard when thunderstorms falls;
The black smoke sometimes overshadowed them,
I think clouds are white like doves;
But they are white like milk too.
They are admired on a bright sunny day,
They are cursed on a heavy rainy day;
He needs no food no water,
He is not alone he has billions of girlfriends,
He travels miles and miles,
He talks to birds and fly with airplanes,
He is the most eligible bachelor of the world;
He is charming and shiny,
He is a hero and sometimes a villain ,
He is the flying cloud whom I always speak about.
