The Little Cloud
The little cloud, wandering in the skyalone ...
wondering if she would be of any help ,
looking over the vast desert .
down there...
nothing but some burnt palm trees
with their dried leaves fallen around...
thus the little cloud cried
so very sad.
crying in the sky
she disapeared soon
that you may think
there was never a cloud!
yet a young sprout
was there to become a life,
the memory of the little cloud:)
Poetry by sabereh lotfian
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Written on 2007-08-01 at 09:43
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