Devout

You’re as fickle as the clouds
As you vanish among by crowds
While I am left simply bowed
I hear the calls screamed aloud
Wondering if you feel proud
While I’m sick of being disavowed
Will my presence ever be allowed?
I would never call you dowd
Any who dare would be disallowed
Though I know you’d make them feel cowed
While still behind that flimsy shroud
So tell me now how I become avowed
Before I am simply becloud

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