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Just another day until I reach it,
The quiet city in the clouds.
Just another morning till I see it,
The quiet city with no crowds.
It’s little known and quite unheard of,
Floating there up in the sky.
The life filled breezes are my love,
Kissing the moist grass and rye.
The brilliant leaves sweep golden floors,
The soil deep and proud.
The country smells of olden lores,
Upon that big, white cloud.
(Victoria)
City In The Clouds
© Copyright: Аделина Грант, 2014
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