The shiny cloud
called me to swing
with the wind.
So did I!
Along the cloud line
I ran and ran
chasing a beautiful
butterfly!
All the Stratus
clouds took leave
giving space
to cumulonimbus!
The cloud cried
but I came down as rain
and waited for cloud,
to hug being ambitious.
Other clouds jumped as
downpour with thunderbolt.
Frightened I
sought the cloud
who called me once
to swing with the wind.
But he never came.
My sky is still under shroud.
The lines speak more than a fairy tale. on one hand it reminds the beauty of rainy mild clouded sky on the other hand it describes a beautiful phase of Mother Nature. love it greatly. 10/10.
A compelling cloud of creativity. Well done my friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful fairy tale. I loved each lines...