For a Poetry Workshop
I lay back, staring at the distinctive clouds from the grass,
surveying the forgotten water droplets that clump and pass.
I am wearing a coat to pacify myself from the cold,
as I reach towards the sky and mas the clouds to my hold.
I love to sit in the breezy Autumn night and do not mind the chill,
because as I remain unmoved, the clouds crawl by, never remaining still.
Copyright © Kunal Arora | Year Posted 2008
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