Clouds
The Clouds
How happy I was this morning,
To look at the white clouds while travelling.
Telling my daughter who was driving,
Reaching those clouds is my dream.
Instantly she told me to fasten my seatbelt,
For my request shall be granted.
Laughing at her joke I said,
Wait a minute, we need a magic.
Then the white clouds slowly vanish,
And the blue skies turned shady.
Suddenly, heavy rains are pouring,
And the car wipers became busy.
White clouds described my life,
The happiness of being loved.
The loneliness brought by grief,
And moving on with my faith.
Originally written by: RBDolot
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