A Cloud Poem by Locura Alaam

A Cloud



Ever since a child I was
I dreamt of being a cloud
I look up high at them
How glorious seems that crowd
Their beauty matchless, truth
And pure indeed, so white
They stay up there, calm and still
Yet drifting slow through day and night
I wondered how they feel...
I wondered how they're real...

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I do realise it's not like my usual; but to be honest I wrote it while being bored at work. I remembered how ever since I was a child I liked the clouds, and I used to try to imagine how it would be if I could actually become a cloud. To me they're such amazing creations in this world.
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Locura Alaam

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