Clouds - Poem by Vinh Hoang
Each time my eyes pierce the sky,
They spot countless acres of woven feathers.
I dream of what they hold,
but these visions never confess.
but still remaining,
Propelling on the wind,
with no meaning, with no reason.
When they grow dark,
their anger bursts forth,
they brutally destroy both mankind and nature.
but remain there,
as shapeless forms of white and grey.
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