Clouds..oh.Clouds.. silvery and in specific contour with grace
Moving in the blue Sky... at their own pace
Self - feeling, moving along with me
Mighty, guiding with prompting virtue and glee
Running behind green trees informs, proud
The coconut tree touching the shattered cloud
Along my journey, point to point from afar, yet so near:
Thoughts of hope, ease, all clear
Dancing clouds have the brightSun smiling-
Hide andseek.. a moment there and here..with silverlining;
Magical Nature beholds the zeal
Indeed a dayofpure, splendid to feel!
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