The Clouds Poem by Shamal Akrayi
The Clouds
I do like the clouds twice:
When they sublime with their love
And become a rain.
When they ascend with their aims
and form clouds again.
I do hate clouds twice:
When they become such too wild
And wake up a sleeping child.
When they veil the sun from the fields
And forbid peasants to get yields.
Monday, August 1, 2011
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