The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Do You Still

Do you still have the time
To look out of the window

And see the clouds moving slowly
Passing by as if they were queuing
In a random sporadic set of lines
Passing through 
For the sole purpose
For men to gaze and be amazed
Of the grand parade
Every morning and every day
Bowing and in sync 
Glory be still
To their movement
Like an eternal chanting 
Willingly and beautifully
As if being blessed 
And in full bliss
Upon glorious morning 

And all of these 
Just a window away
Do you still have the time 
Do you still
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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