They're the passerbbys of the sky,
never in shape nor out of it,
high above our heads
they're the mills of the sky,
swans on a blue riverbed,
and sometimes they turn a convuloluted grey,
and sometimes all hail follows
with our umbrellas held high above our heads
who is left to look up and comfort them ?
they're the corals of the sky,
lull them to find a cotton candy blush,
alas they're the cloaks of the angels
landless birds;
never to set foot,
never to have ownership.
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
