The clouds were thin and wispy
like a memory's demise,
an image that was crispy
till deluged by the lies
we long to exorcise;
among them I was drifting
across the blue expanse
and watched my outlook shifting
--coalescing on a chance--
my it was uplifting!
Are You Reading Me?
Flying among the clouds - uplifting indeed. I felt my spirits rising up, too, as I read.
ReplyDelete"thin and wispy like a memories demise"--love that! Also, your rhyming always impresses me--so flowing, it just fits :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful message here!
ReplyDeleteAh, it brings a smile to my lips.
ReplyDeleteAs it this poem!
ReplyDeletethanks, I guess there are benefits to walking around with your head in the clouds ;-)
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful writing...Loved it.....
ReplyDeleteinside that bowl, I see the whole world