it was smoking
it had a purple tinge to it
it was the smoke the actual thing was grey or blue or brown
it lay motionless on the ground
the wind kicked up
the sun seemed to burn hotter
everything was bright
the minds of the people watching were being talked to somehow
saying everything is okay and do not be afraid
the minds of the people around were being caressed by a soft light
except for the ones in secret that had come with weapons
and shot the beauty out of the sky
the only demons around
are us
and our relentless nature to hurt
others that would rather help
Regular Clouds 