Sunday, May 11, 2025

The clouds don't cry, I do*



 The clouds don't cry, I do*


Presently it seems, that the skies are all gray

Another look into a fog and it will be here all day

It reminds of a blanket that Consciousness is covered

Wishing not to arise of the light, once again all over

So until another place to be and another time

That environment will have to hold on, ever to be so fine

In the meantime we must still walk around in a veil

And not be like those clouds, to close our eyes and wail


Dom*Colucci 2013

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