CLOUDs (part 3)

 

Clear blue skies, reflective of my melancholy

Rid of clouds, nature’s highly advertised candy floss

Which either rained down, or got blown away

To a different location,

Much like the memories they carry.

The cloud’s, shapes and forms

Now a distant memory

Not much lasts forever

Learnt that the hard way.

Getting slowed down, by the thought,

Is a valid option

That I’m not willing to take,

Time stops for no-one

Regardless

Of how this story ends

Hope for an even brighter day

Still encompasses a larger portion

Of this poet’s mind.

-Dante

Part 1 and 2 of the CLOUDs series can be found in the links below 🙂 :

CLOUDs (part 2)

CLOUDs (part 1)