Clouds In Faith Poem by Malaya Roses

Clouds In Faith



The sun is always in such same suite of clouds,
Fire, melting stone or burning air is grasping mind,
To be here, to hear a drip of chanting ashes,
I am in doubt,
Curiosity about your existence,
Might be fatal,
Sincerity is spreading,
Upon my heart it was a poison,
Deadly blood within a lash of the blackest bucket is real.

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