Cloud Bitten Poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Cloud Bitten
beautiful bells
they echoed through the hills
to announce the joy
of the living mind
beautiful they called my name
beautiful the depth of spring
quenched the thirst of my eyes
beautiful the gift of a spirit
never fading out
my words it breathed
beautiful the rains it moved
my thoughts it bathed
cloud bitten nothing hurt
cloud bitten I merely dropped
dropped the first of my smiles
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