White clouds forming walls within skies, a soul flies up
among them and hides.
Feeling empty, lonely, yet a quiet peace has filled it
interiorly.
Silently waiting for something to happen to lift these
spirits - nothing - nothing - only being filled with
hopeless joy.
Containing all of life's dreams, yet not a one can be
alive within this being.
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A beautiful portrayal of the cloud.... First stanza was brilliant....Many times when i gaze at them I find a scintillating space , with enough reasons to be happy, sometimes as if one can't hide from them... They just make you sweep through your nostalgic accounts, console..... Brilliantly written..... Thank You....