Artists’ Gray Cloud

Artists share
Artists cry
They live anew with every fleeting die.
Coming into the rain, soaking up the gray clouds.
I call your name aloud.
You hear me and call back.
Somehow we reach across oceans.
It’s something of a sort of magic, an unhindering of balance.
A statement, a chance at truth, a reality.
It’s you.

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