Moving Among The Clouds...

 

Multiple shapes,

different eyes but,

the same puffy cloud.

She couldn't touch them

so, she quietly watched them.

But, in her mind, she's moving among them. 

'Cause beyond those clouds lay her ideal world,

her only safe place.

She didn't know that she was just like them, 

as delicate as a cloud but,

loves with a rage of a hurricane.

Somedays, it gets a little lonesome.

Other times, it gets heavy and dark,

wanting to fall like rain.

Little clouds orbit her mind.

It's hard living with an old soul and

a heart full of goodness.

She isn't in love with any other boy.

She's in love with the clouds.

'Cause, they never forget to remind her that

everything eventually changes.

A day alone with them is all she wants.

A cold cloudy day is her thing.

She has acrophobia yet,

she is nephophile.

Always remember, 

If she dies, you will see her someday again among the clouds.

Perhaps she will come back in the form of them.

Her soul will wander,

smiling, maybe crying but never-ending...

A Blog By Bidisha~

Hoping you like my first ever original poetry of mine. May not be up to your expectations but I tried my best. 💙💛 Don't forget to tell me your views in the comments section.

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