A pure mixture of blue and white
Ever present assurance
Always hanging up and never falling
I wonder the messages they carry each day wid every image they draw
I cant help but stare at the magnificent stretch of colour
Hoping that one day I will decipher the message of the silent informers, the clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice.Liked the concept and flow.