clouds passed
clouds passed
i wonder if those clouds tell stories
about the cloud scrapers of ancient skies
like the stars do
they tell tales of people
who only fall into hands
of beautiful dreams
and how they wish along the night
with those clouds
i just look up at their forms
their shapes
the soft white cottons
floating on
as falling down feathers
and they passed me by
in the blue sky
6 comments:
LOVE it!!!
this is beautifuk and soft....
this makes me wonder what stories clouds could tell... and why they so often cry...
beautiful
Kai,
you write with passion
and with big talent.
Amazing!
Love and joy and happiness!
Love this...it reminds me of when I was little and used to lie there for ages cloud watching. I haven't done that for years...only sometimes out of my bedroom window in the morning.
clouds are soft and lovely and
sometimes even funny, I adore them,
and am so happy when clouds are in
the sky -
clouds do tell stories for me with
their many different forms.
thanks for writing this poem.
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