Bloom
The clouds are just passerby
The stars are a promise from the night
For they are so far away
But will forever give you light
The storms are a gift
From the sky to the earth
For only when they disappear
Will you realize their worth
If you're ungrateful for me
If I only bring you gloom
Know that the winter is here
For your spring to bloom
Lara Houssami
4-12-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
