The Poetry of Clouds
Where is the world
that sees only the color that paints nature?
that smells only the flowers blooming?
that hears only the poetry of clouds?
that tastes only the drops of dew in the morning?
that feels only the tree branches hugging it?
It only exists in dreams.
Copyright © R C | Year Posted 2007
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