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מתוך: "שירים ומחרוזות מילים"

cloud

once thre was a cloud

it was night, and if you mind 

he wore a form in descise

without cause it felt Sky

crossing softly with he's rythem

polsing,mysticizm, loving energ

those who looked through the stars

could feel the love, breathing cloud

forming meaning in their hearts

filling the space where no scars

could blossom

cloud never writes

words, numbers

that's my bless. Ja bless, I am

"tell us a picture with them hope"

they ask

right,well... cloud is watching us

with no pride for being loving

no shame

I know now that no one but me

can cure me

the cloud is so pure and lonely

I see myself

 beliving something

cloud is just there- no worries