shirani ibrahim

(13th May 1949 / 15 Mary's Road Bamabalapitiya Colombo Sri Lanka)

Reading the Sky Language


The clouds move in a direction swiftly floating softly like the snowflakes
Does it give a message, a language that I cant read, the design it makes?
The patterns I see amazing and I wonder why they go sometimes in full speed.
The sky with its whiteness has its reasons and it surely must have its own need
I kept watching the sky while driving through the streets to see if it was a complain.
Or just a travelling flake that got trapped in our skies and now has gone lame
Then sends my grandkid from Toronto that KSA skies gone to degree ‘zero’ today
Which explains what my eye did clearly that message during my ride just yesterday…

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013

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