Clouds
Looking at the sky
up above.
Setting sun obscured
by a blanket of clouds.
Thick, dense, grey.
Not willing to budge.
Seems they’re here to stay.
Don’t let it fool you!
Darkness never lasts long.
All it takes
is a breath of wind
and a beam of light.
…
Stretch marks form.
Reluctantly it happens.
Clouds rupture.
Torn to shreds.
Broken yet magnificent.
Soaked by color.
More beautiful than ever.
Change takes time.
Let it happen.
All it takes
is a breath of wind
and a beam of light.
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2015
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