Sometimes
a word or two
tells it all.
Sometimes
it doesn't at all!
Sometimes a wispy
cloud marks
the colossal lofty sky!
Sometimes the sun
hides behind a
splash of cloud.
Joy or grief
knows no time
can get it in no time:
A sigh or a breath
of fresh air.
A poem is the last spare!
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
Sometimes
a word or two
tells it all.
Sometimes
it doesn't at all!
Sometimes a wispy
cloud marks
the colossal lofty sky!
Sometimes the sun
hides behind a
splash of cloud.
Joy or grief
knows no time
can get it in no time:
A sigh or a breath
of fresh air.
A poem is the last spare!