Clouds (2)

I know there are no clouds,
Not when it rains or hails;
In fact, they’re only shrouds
Or nothing more than veils.

They cover up the sky
Or pass before the sun,
And yet they can’t deny
The truth of either one.

And I am much the same;
I’m hopeless and forlorn
And look for those to blame
And curse then I was born.

And yet I know that, too –
The only thing that’s true.

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