The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Together and are a cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze.
Then falls weeping
Then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
-Gibran-
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