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Azulene Azulia Jul 2019
The cloud turned dark again,
It has been years since it was sane.
The wind took it away,
But it still hasn't found its way.
Asked the moon, asked the sun,
Couldn't figure out why its the only sad one.
Day by day it's heart felt so weight,
Found no happiness, it couldn't even blame it's fate...
larni Jun 2019
she was the sun
hidden
behind the clouds
waiting
for her time to
shine
<3
Chris Jun 2019
Man in the cloud

He stares
And watches

Man in the cloud
How he

waits.

Man in the cloud
Please tell me

Man in the cloud
How'll I
join?
Enjoy.
Colm Jun 2019
Cloud and water
Is a way of thinking
Of presumptive of being

Which calms the minds
Of those who see shadows
In every corner

And demons in every shadow alike
Cloud and water
And perfectly shapen sky
Alan Watts was clever indeed
Yachika Sharma Jun 2019
You should know where you stand,
In life,
In realism,
Or perhaps in someone’s heart,
It might feel like you’re on a cloud,
But you could really be standing on nothing,

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down.
A B Faniki Jun 2019
Dark clouds at night a
flash of lightning appears and
reveals heaven's stair
At night when it was about to rain and lightning light up the sky one can see pictures in the storm .
Ankita Gupta May 2019
You took the cloud from the sky
Where else will it belong?

I heard that new homes
Are not easy to be found.
M H John May 2019
black circles traced his eyes
and a headache for days,
he forgot all he used to be

replacing those lonely nights
with tears to keep him company
he took everything he had
and soon went missing

not from the world
but from himself

smoking sativa
to try and bring him down
from the fog
of the clouds

a backpack full of
broken dreams
and bottled memories
he crushed them

and threw them into the tide
waiting for the waves
to turn them into seashells
Colm May 2019
I fell from the sky
Ages ago
And that is why I like the rain
Because it reminds
And disguises that I, am not home again
Because when it rains
I can smell the clouds
I can even pretend
That I’m living in the sky again
I fell from the sky
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