Dreams Of Clouds
Whenever I am out in the dusk,
I take a little time to take a breath
And look up to see the golden husk,
Cause it gives me some little faith.
I think of the evening clouds wandering,
And the dreamy aroma of sunshine
With it's golden essence would be lingering,
And when it rains, it must be the angel cryin'.
I look at the infinite blue sky,
And think that clouds are truly free.
I wonder if I would ever soar so high
And see the world as how I wanna see.
It makes me feel my own existence,
In this soo big, round world
Cause sometimes it's soo difficult to comprehend
With all the abuses that are hurled.
I think of the 'little match girl',
And how her grandma descended from up
And took away that small, cold pearl,
With her in the heaven, away from the hubbub.
The reality what we ignore is,
The sky is not infinite, though high
It's a part of the same big loop, like us
But at least it gives us hope to fly.
07.08.2020
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