I see the blue sky above,
The home for the Eagle n the Dove,
I see on it the huge bales of cotton,
Which remain there even in autumn
So fluffy the cotton seems,
Just like the yummy creams,
Which r life's delight,
And proves good to sight
These fluffy cotton moves all around,
N sometimes produces a thunder sound,
With a spark of light,
Everywhere that spreads fright
But this light, this thunder,
Are not what we wonder,
They're what it feels,
To us which is a big deal
As it cries n makes us wet,
With its tears to whom it met,
Cotton isn't the name that suits it the best,
Hence, "Cloud" it's known by the rest
By:- Mukashifa Patrick
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Into The Depths
PoetryIt is when you dive into the depths of the ocean Inside you....!! And encounter the Worlds of different Emotions (Sorrow, Joy, Spirituality, Fun etc....) Find Your INNER WORLD and start Dwelling in it!!
