Warming rays, whisper as they rise,
To tell they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.
Powdery puffs emerge to grant grace
Flying above us
As we float in space
The dreamy cotton is a plus
To tell they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.
Powdery puffs emerge to grant grace
Flying above us
As we float in space
The dreamy cotton is a plus
Cruising forth, she yearns for ageless life.
Oh how her hopes will disappear in vain,
Up in the sky, dancing to the fife.
To fade away as drops of closing rain.
Scant and lacy speak her living span
Near the heavens she flies about, where god blows his horn,
But she was there to populate her clan:
From fallen tears, new daughters will be born.
From fallen tears, new daughters will be born.
By: Sanjana Iyer
This poem changed the way I have started looking at clouds. Thank you for sharing your perspective.
ReplyDeleteThank u sooo much appa!!! :) I'm glad it did.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Sanju , That is so thoughtful, good use of words.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading more of your works
Thanks mama!!! I posted a new poem I wrote right while chatting w/you.
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