The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
Cries of the Cloud
Cries of the Cloud
I hear the cries of the cloud
Asking for consolation
But no one is there
Left all alone in the corner
The sun comes
Tricks the cloud into believing
All is good
But there the cloud sits
All alone once again
For the night is coming
It’s time to cry again
~Ashley Vanegas