Clouds Are Love

The beauty of clouds...
How they come in many shapes and sizes,
How light or dark they are,
How they come in a bundle or not seen at all,
How close and far they appear to be,
Not to mention the positivity or negativity they release onto us.
The most beautiful thing about them is that they are ALL different.
What captures my attention the most...
Is knowing majority of people haven't connected clouds with "LOVE".
They have the same description.

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