He Speaks

Amongst the clouds perched high
I must yield my position, my view as beautiful as the butterfly wind
Is my scent along with all things posted above and beyond the sky
I whisper, my voice forcefull
So to mail my message
Cheating temperature becomes hazardous for one to find the steam
No phone experience when one becomes a devine being
Regret is an ordeal that one finnaly doesn't have time to dream
Flight is only applied with will clouds rumble with thunder
And Time Stood Still
The truth would be revealed
He speaks...

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