Beautiful cloud\u00a0
\nSo far\u00a0
\nSo scattered\u00a0
\nAnd yet mobile
\nCarrying \u00a0with it\u00a0
\nWrapped in its moist embrace\u00a0
\nBreeze unfree to leave it\u00a0
\nJust in case\u00a0
\nThe clouds were to burst with joy
\nLeaving the breeze lost and unable to contain
\nThe laughter of lightening\u00a0
\nWho would then see\u00a0
\nA rainbow in your eyes,
\na bit coy<\/p>\n
“…………….<\/p>\n
Turtles have borne the burden\u00a0
\nOf carrying the weight of our legacy
\nSaid an elder
\nWhen the spirit dawned\u00a0
\nThrough a pregnant lady\u00a0
\nFrom the sky\u00a0
\nNot knowing where to rest
\nThe sea folded itself up and the earth was extracted\u00a0
\nBy the turtles and other sea animals\u00a0
\nTo let her rest and give birth to the first child\u00a0
\nNow mothers decide
\nThey only provide\u00a0
\nThe signs of sound, Light and life\u00a0
\nDon’t be surprised\u00a0
\nDon’t be furious\u00a0
\nWe seem to take long to decide
\nWhether to let you take pride\u00a0
\nIn what you have done to this earth
\nRipped it, mined it, stripped it of its forests and the hide\u00a0
\nOf wild life,\u00a0
\nnature and the free moving children
\nDon’t be silent
\nDon’t cry either
\nJust absorb\u00a0
\nThe pain of witnessing\u00a0
\nThe life slipping through the fingers\u00a0
\nLike a castle of sand swallowed by a haughty wave
\nIrreverential, obstinate and a bit crazy
\nLike you are, and will be
\nAlways\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u00a0………….<\/p>\n
A thunder storm
\nA cloud burst\u00a0
\nOr a swollen throat\u00a0
\nAnd safety first\u00a0
\nBut the tired soles
\nSilent swollen moles\u00a0
\nWhen did I feel\u00a0
\nThe rock will kneel
\nThe punctured balloon\u00a0
\nA dawn not too soon\u00a0
\nStirs a chord
\nUnknowingly you hoard\u00a0
\nAll the wrinkles\u00a0
\nQuietly buried twinkles\u00a0
\nPause a bit
\nDon’t stand, sit
\nTake deep breath
\nDon’t offer a flower Heath\u00a0
\nThe journey has not ended\u00a0
\nBut the resolve of a saint on the mountain
\nHas already bended\u00a0
\n……………<\/p>\n
An autumn before dawn
\nAll the Leaves forlorn
\nYou ask me to pick up\u00a0
\nA beautiful leaf\u00a0
\nAnd I can’t find one that\u00a0
\nHas not had her own radiance\u00a0
\nBeyond measure\u00a0
\nAnd then to tell those leaves\u00a0
\nThat one is better than the rest\u00a0
\nHow cold I do that\u00a0
\nHow will I atone for the wrinkles that\u00a0
\nMy judgment will impose\u00a0
\nOn them, unasked\u00a0
\nI walk slowly\u00a0
\nTaking care not to crush\u00a0
\nAny yearning unfolded\u00a0<\/p>\n
And yet I have Been faulted\u00a0
\nFor not disappointing each leaf
\nStill beautiful like the rays\u00a0
\nOf a shy sun\u00a0
\nJust rising on the horizon
\nWith unhinged reflections in the Sea\u00a0
\nHow do I tell\u00a0
\nWhich ray\u00a0
\nHas better reflection
\nWhich wave is more intimate\u00a0
\nWhich leaf has a destiny\u00a0
\nThat has escaped your imagination
\nHow do I tell\u00a0<\/p>\n
,…”…………….<\/p>\n
Don’t ever call me alone
\nA long time ago
\nMy sole has gone\u00a0
\nNot IN AN abyss of nothingness\u00a0
\nWhy do you want\u00a0
\nTo hear just, yes
\nI have nothing to give\u00a0
\nAny more
\nAnd yet you wait
\nFor Autumn turning into spring\u00a0
\nAs if smiles will pass through the sieve\u00a0
\nAnd we can laugh about\u00a0
\nAs if nothing happened
\nWhen bark of a tree could shout
\nDon’t ever call me alone
\nA long time ago
\nMy soul has gone,\u00a0
\nHas gone
\nGone
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\nGone<\/p>\n
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Beautiful cloud\u00a0 So far\u00a0 So scattered\u00a0 And yet mobile Carrying \u00a0with it\u00a0 Wrapped in its moist embrace\u00a0 Breeze unfree to leave it\u00a0 Just in case\u00a0 The clouds were to burst with joy Leaving the breeze lost and unable to contain The laughter of lightening\u00a0 Who would then see\u00a0 A rainbow in your eyes, a bit … <\/p>\n