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Corina Bernic
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clouds
the cloud that comes
hits the walls of your home
outside the walls everything seems closed
you name the cloud and it
makes its way
the butterflies of the night bring no moon
anymore
the moons of the day grow white clouds
a cloud raised between four walls doesn’t
rain on you. you don’t name it, let
it go its way. when the moon is full of days
it will grow up and
cloud everything outside