The clouds noted with regret,
they are here but the lake is thirsty.
"Here I can be empty
but I can't see you empty.
I feel your strains
for you I have rains,
don't be afraid of my lightning
my thunders
it's all for others.
My downpours are shy
Look a the sky
no moon no stars
it's a compete dark
a lonely earth,
you and me,
just ignite a spark
and see my s
on your silvery sand
the flood of love
will make you the source of a river.
Dancing you will move to the sea
whereat you will merge your identity
you will be no more thirsty.
I shall rise then again.
I'll go back there
where a thirsty lake would be waiting for me.
You call me clouds
In fact I am a cycle of love."
At the end, you linked the clouds to love. Happily you took me through the clouds, then in just one line you showered me with love, you are indeed in a class of your own. Thank you sir.
You call me clouds In fact I am a cycle of love. Beautiful.
Beautifully expressed, very inspiring write. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for leaving nice comments on my poems. have a blessed day.
A truly amazing piece about nature. You captured so beautifully the unique attributes of cloud. Exceptional write.10
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you will be no more thirsty. I shall rise then again. I'll go back there where a thirsty lake would be waiting for me. You call me clouds.....scintillating poetic imagination...an excellent poem with neat expression! Loved reading it...10