Cloud
Cloud looks like cemetery with spirits unseen
It is a very melancholic scene
Its future cannot be foreseen
The condition of graves is not pristine
Is it a sign of death of body or soul?
Or maybe life defining breath that refuses to fall
The future is not written in stone at all
And the essence of soul will stand tall
God helps those who help themselves so I’m told
So maybe it pays to be bold
As the unknown future will unfold
The untouched nature of soul will be like gold
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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