The Cloud Tales

This winter is silvery, just like my dream which I feel vigorously. Its rain colors my soul with silver and plants unforgettable tales in my deep lands. When I saw the cloud laughs, the moon lights slept over my eyelids as a magic fairy, and when I rasped its strange voice, the shine vehicles colored my dark nights. In midst this glory, the cloud showed me her hearts, and planted her tales deeply in my soul. I feel them vigorously, and I remember very well her fragrance. How you can imagine it?  Do you hear her tale? She colors my heart with pink whispers and her remote love give my moon his smile . All our soft days take their colors from her magic water, and all our warm corners drown in her tales with deep gladness. Her wet dreams fill our depth with a strange breath, and on her hands you can see a beautiful paint, but we are so young to understand her glances.