She used to be a cloud
stretched endlessly
aimlessly
so the people below
would never know the sun.
Every now and then
she mustered up the strength
to rain.
Silent tears
slipped from her
incorporeal eyes.
And the people below
bowed their heads.
And only spoke of the sun
in legends and whispers.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:47 AM UTC
She used to be a cloud
stretched endlessly
aimlessly
so the people below
would never know the sun.
Every now and then
she mustered up the strength
to rain.
Silent tears
slipped from her
incorporeal eyes.
And the people below
bowed their heads.
And only spoke of the sun
in legends and whispers.
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