You are the single cloud
That blocks out the sun
On an otherwise perfect afternoon
The wind may blow you someplace far
But sure as day
You reappear
You are the whispered rumors
That spread from ear to ear
In a bustling, crowded society
The people may forget for some time
But just as before
You reappear
It's not fair
You were the butterflies
That fluttered around so lightly
You were the flowers
That dotted meadows so brightly
You were the gentle summer rain
That let others relax
You were the midnight talks
That had incredible impacts
But
You are the change
That created a new person
In one that desperately needed it
You gave room for other thoughts to float
But like any good illusionist
You reappeared
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
PoesíaI've been feeling creative lately and poems are helping me express my feelings. Why not share them on the internet?
