The sky

 

When identifying with clouds

 

you live in their mist

 

caught in their fist

 

In seeing clouds that come and go

 

you remain as the sky

 

clear and free

 

to quietly be





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-17 at 20:13

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John Ashleigh
There is always a blue sky behind those dark and musty clouds. Thanks for sharing this beautifull peice.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-18


Phyllis J. Rhodes
contemplative, beguiling. reminds me of youthful days lying on spring grass staring at a baby blue sky accented with billowy clouds on the move, morphing.
2010-12-18