Looking down, scanning the skyways, watching clouds
float along, some of them being blended together,
others in single file, sliding slowly across the
heavens.
Beautiful nature, softening intellect as I look
above, wanting to climb the stairs of heaven to be
among them.
Wanting to be able to look down upon earth and see
what they see, living in the present, interpreting
the loveliness that I will be seeing from above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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