Who can ever tell what a cloud shall be
one that moves willingly
one that shall demise
one that leaves a wrinkle of rain
one that covers the land with a screen
who can ever tell what a cloud shall be
be envious of its every moment
be oppressed by it's every storm
be saddened by it's every weep
and be conciliated with it's tender flow
There are days were it's freight
and day where it is deprived
but each one is a uniquely formed quarrel of creation,
that brings us congenial and immoral days
but who can ever tell what a cloud shall be
In this endless world that looks like eternity
we can never learn what a cloud will be.
 Artistic Repertoire · Tue Nov 20, 2007 @ 05:06am · 1 Comments |
