The nomad curses sunlight,
He takes shelter under a cloud,
And gazes at the sky,
Waiting the stars to shine.
After the wind that reminded of,
Shattered dreams and withered hopes,
The sky rains down.
The nomad looks for a shelter.
Which the sky and the cloud,
Are no more.
4 comments:
So goes the cycles of our lives.
From sadness to happiness and back; always learning, making mistakes, losing, gaining, satisfied and may be a bit dissatisfied until the end...
thank you Tia Terri.
Hahaha. Beautiful.
thanks :)
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