Short on time
The clouds, dark with longing reach down to the ground.They are unsatisfied in their search
All they want so badly is to touch the ground who is so far away...
But in their longing, do they lose themselves?
All they do is float above the ground that they so desperately desire.
What can be said about such a cloud?
Even when the ground becomes mountainous for a moment of embrace,
It is but only a moment few and far in between.
So, let us now have this moment.
Brief though it may be.
Perhaps we can both reach towards each other...
How sweet the rememberance of you, like grass now wet with morning dew
Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2016-05-05 at 05:28
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