Clouds© Poem by Roann Mendriq

When I woke this early morning,
It seemed to me the sky was yawning;
It stretched across the languid sea,
on cotton clouds nonchalantly.

It lazed about all through the day,
in the most indolent way;
In its nightgown skyblue white,
lounging in the sweet sunlight.

Still the world raced, spun around,
Too busy to gaze at the profound;
Never caring, to stop and stare,
Oblivious - completely unaware.

That we must too take time to be;
and stare at clouds nonchalantly.
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