Clouds. They sometimes cry with me.
Clouds. They did me a favor and held my regretful tragedy.
Clouds. They once summoned thunder and lightning.
Clouds. They did that because they knew one thing...
and that's why clouds doubted the next evening.
YOU ARE READING
to wander in wonderland
PoesíaWe are just trying to articulate something illegible through poetry and colors of paints amidst this tornado of our oblivion. We are just trying to shine as we dance towards each other while the luminescence of our eyes speaks for our souls. We are...
