Dana Aran

Wind Of Change - Poem by Dana Aran

It’s easy to write sitting comfortable under the duvet
Watching out the window the clouds passing by birds in the sky
But inside there’s a storm that comfort cannot bear
And clouds are dark and grey and show their true nature.

Because a cloud is meant to rain and cry springs of pain
From generations of beings who struggle with the same
Old questions of wisdom - a palace of tough and raw ambitions -
That continue beyond the walls of a lifetime.

And the wind? The wind of change bestows upon us
A most divine gift: the joy of finding meaning where depth becomes drowning
And height turns into vertigo; and from below as well as above
A breeze disperses the clouds and for a moment, shows clarity.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 29, 2010

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