The Sun robed in clouds
shining like a light
Eating away at it's fibres
like wood to a mite
Unceasingly, the fibres seem to grow
Shrouding the sun, more and more
This never ending battle of the clouds and the Sun
will continue for aeons to come
The Sun whom should be the evident victor
struggles behing the clouds
What more can be seen ? as they battle like hounds
Unaware of their surroundings
An infinite equation in the sky
Words might fail on them
Although in the poet's cry
They might settle down once again
as I wave them goodbye
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Essence of Nature
PoesiaHiii again if you might be following my poems from my previous book titled "Words Whispered From Peerless Depths", I hope you enjoyed reading them and if you are a new reader I heartily welcome you to read this new collection of poems as well as my...
