Balls of white mist. Clouds in a container. Opened. Rain. Water from one place to another. Flowing. One heart to the other. Faces wet. That was a dream. But what was the meaning as I thought about how it felt. The water an endless barrage of transported moments. Sounds from this watery depth of verse. The clouds heavy each time they burst open as I sang. Copyright © Susy Kamber Clocks Coldplay https://youtu.be/PFW2uSCZ0uE?si=hQqJqn2UJe_MC9_w