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Liz Jun 2018
Swathes of swollen, rolling hills
With chops of fluffy, dry grass scattered over. It’s nice knowing they’re also not perfect, no one has cleared away they’re loose ends.
Silver, bumpy cloud fluff is grasped and pulled along through the air.
Blowing wind is picking up planting a chill on my arms raising the little hairs like baby fuzz.
japheth Jun 2018
nanghihikayat
nanaman
ang mga ulap
na sabayan ko siya
sa kanyang pagluha;

dahil
sa lakas
ng patak ng ulan
kaya niyang balutin
ang aking pagiyak
sa pighati
na aking nararanasan.
this one’s written in my language, Tagalog
for those who want to understand it,
here’s a rough translation:

the clouds beckon me
to join his sorrow;

because
the loud sound
of the rain,
can mute
my cries
because of the pain
i’m experiencing.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
after a wild run,
whitened rain cloud seeks the moon;
becomes her nice stole!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
On the sky, cloud’s write,
The west wind reads it aloud:
‘Monsoon phantasy’!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
Dark clouds stole the sun,
Wind is on rescue mission ;
Sun in remission!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
turmoil reigns the sky,
monsoon clouds do poetry;
Juggle metaphors!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
On dark cloud screen,
In silver script, lightning’s
Rainy day poem!
K Balachandran Jun 2018
starkly honest sky,
sans any patch of dark cloud;
sun sits in judgement!
Jovanka Marsha S Jun 2018
Ingin rasanya melayang jauh ke masa lampau
Takkan ku biarkan sosoknya hadir
Jauh ke masa lampau...
Takkan ku biarkan kebahagiaan tersingkir

Saat awan lahir ke peraduan
Kenangannya memanggil manja
Dengan menerobos dinding kenyataan
Nyatanya ia telah hilang tak membekas apa-apa

Perasaan semakin tinggi menjulang
Kamu - Senja - Aku akan selamanya satu

Kau benar telah memilih pergi
Aku benar telah memutuskan menunggumu kembali.
- Jovanka Marsha S
Awan | 11 Des 17 | 13.22
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