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The cloud is thickest at the edges Lined with a hard coat To keep out the world below It hovers above Afraid of what it sees And each raindrop Tries to writhe away But it falls And we drink it Desperate to Have its magic. Fly within And it's a kingdom of sun Of light inside A misleading mist It is most gentle at the centre And go in to find Your eye of the most wonderful Storm. They fly on by Tiptoeing over the mountains Dancing over the cityscape One day they will see the ocean And one day so will I.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Magic
The cloud is thickest at the edges Lined with a hard coat To keep out the world below It hovers above Afraid of what it sees And each raindrop Tries to writhe away But it falls And we drink it Desperate to Have its magic. Fly within And it's a kingdom of sun Of light inside A misleading mist It is most gentle at the centre And go in to find Your eye of the most wonderful Storm. They fly on by Tiptoeing over the mountains Dancing over the cityscape One day they will see the ocean And one day so will I.
Supposedly a metaphor for hard journeys, the start and the finish are always the hardest, and the fear of failing is ever present. Sometimes when I try to make a point with my poems the words just go crazy.
#nature#magic#float#cloud#journeys#duress
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Porto-graffiti
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
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