That Day

I was standing there, In the middle of his room I was looking for a pen, I needed to take down a number. A tidy, clean room ; A beautiful sticky on the page of a diary. “Unspoken love is something Very hard to deal at times It simply touches you somewhere, Shakes you to the core And leaves an unfinished page behind; An open-ended perception.” From the window of the room, I saw those beautiful, white, floating clouds Those white clouds were moving swiftly, Those diffused horses of my imagination! I closed my eyes to bid those swift clouds farewell As they have to reach the temple of Parthenon, one day. That day, I will write a letter to Athena, the virgin, to greet those clouds!