Clouds tell legends
'bout heroes of old.
Clouds tell myths
of secrets untold.
Clouds tell stories
of ancient times.
Clouds blow tales
And epic rhymes.
Clouds whisper
'bout lords and kings.
Clouds stay high
and fly without wings.
When there are no Clouds,
they have nothing to say.
When storm is raging
they create a better day.
Clouds see many things
what others cannot.
Many good things,
and sometimes what evil has wrought
Sometimes I wish I was a Cloud.
Laughing and sleeping, never to die.
Sometimes I wish I was a cloud...
So beautiful and peaceful.
So high in the sky.
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Sic Parvis Magna - A Poetry collection
Poesie"Greatness from Small Beginnings" This is a collection of all the poems I've written in the past, present and will write in the future. There is no limit to what the mind creates. Nor is there a limit on Poetry.
