RJ

Pink Clouds Drifting across a white sea Sweeping away doubts and mistakes, Giving room for a second chance. Dust gathers around it And it returns to the sky, But mistakes are still visible, Trails and dots of black and grey. It works tirelessly and endlessly, Clearing the way for new ideas, For a much-needed second chance, It works in silence. Small yet efficient, In many different shapes, It leaves only hints of what was, Soon to be covered by something new. Then the marks will come back,...