On A Cloud Poem by Ryan Alchakaki

On A Cloud



On a misty white cloud dashing through,
The dreams appeared traces of a diamond shape
And with a drop of rain came down with a clue
The smell of the fresh dust, and the grape
Mixed on the way and the dream comes true
O' Yes my dear, I love it green and blue

Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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