I used to stand, sit or lay
And see the clouds traveling
O so blue was the sky.
At Capricorn Tropic the rain
Poured from a pewter horizon
O so gray was the sky
Thunder and the gathering clouds
That is gone, the sky erased.
Why am I still here?
A refined poetic imagination, Bipafa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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I used to stand, sit or lay And see the clouds traveling O so blue was the sky. From the nature you go up to make a philosophy of your existence here. very good poem. tony