Clouds -
I watched as they ruptured,
ash black and pallid I saw mountainous clouds
split and spew rain
for two hours.
Everywhere water, plants and rainwater,
a riot of green on the earth.
My lover's gone off
to some foreign country,
sopping wet at our doorway
I watch the clouds rupture.
Mira says, nothing can harm him.
This passion has yet
to be slaked.
a good write on the clouds. but the sun will shine tomorrow and dry up the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Mira says, nothing can harm him. This passion has yet to be slaked......what a wonderful imagery.....indeed it's the truth too...excellent