A Fade Of A Cloud

The fade of a cloud is like love going, into the crowd without knowing... If there's a return with a love that goes, and we do still yearn gone footsteps on rows... If you've touched a moment like an opening sky, memories in a relent going low and high. There's so much of feeling handing a moments try, all like a love for a day ´till the night says goodbye, as the moment goes away… Life is so unsure with everything going by, thoughts to allure each moment and try. Nothing is for all it is just like it is, a thought to call like a day in bliss.