Clouds - Poem by Orlando Belo
It seems that we’ve always been hanging around
just like two clouds in an overcast sky.
Then suddenly one day the sun broke through,
causing other clouds to pass us by.
We were happy hanging out amongst other clouds,
basking in the sun enjoying its rays.
Often we found ourselves alone just passing time
unconcerned about others and their peculiar ways.
The sun and the moon observed all our changes,
whilst the wind altered cloud formations.
The space between us gradually became less and less,
and we felt comfortable in our closer situation.
An unexpected wind caused our fingers to touch,
we looked and stared, and smiled at each other.
For the first time we saw, as we never had before,
just clouds in a crowd, we weren’t any longer.
Even though we remained in the company of others,
they all seemed far away and almost not there.
We became inseparable, and combined to be as one,
until a storm blew us apart and we evaporated into the air.
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