cloud pictures.
Memories like daydreams,
eerily beautiful,
achingly desirable.
A creative mind turns the world?
And wishes come true,
somehow in some ways.
A sound forces its way into the soul.
And lifts dark clouds.
Time heavy with droplets of mist
Laden with mute fruit, downcast on limp stems
Yet out of reach.
The eclipse of the sun
Once felt as the end,
of a world
buried in ignorance and superstitions,
now a tourist destination.
And we go on.
To live, to breathe.
To laugh, to cry.
To love, to hate.
all so human,
alas, only too human.
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