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?
7 comments:
Flying among the clouds - uplifting indeed. I felt my spirits rising up, too, as I read.
"thin and wispy like a memories demise"--love that! Also, your rhyming always impresses me--so flowing, it just fits :-)
What a beautiful message here!
Ah, it brings a smile to my lips.
As it this poem!
thanks, I guess there are benefits to walking around with your head in the clouds ;-)
Such beautiful writing...Loved it.....
inside that bowl, I see the whole world
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