Deep, delicate, brittle
gentle, throaty, lovely
a being from another world
young, affectionate, her soul-world
a thunderstorm that pervades clouds
a shiver, frozen by lightning
a sun that thrusts high above
a rainbow of colored poetry
like a fairy tale, it is so incomparable
a drop that taps my soul
a ray that penetrates deep into you
yes, it is my soul that sounds in me
brittle, yet so young
a pure water, a fresh spring
but as old as the world
Cloudscape, bright and unchanged.
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© Floy Dy Ra,10.02.2017
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