CLOUDS
You are a cloud
you move.
You are a cloud
You open the sun to the world;
You are the harbinger of my smiles
When you taught yourself the rudiments of living
Like clouds,
You became clouds—dark clouds
You drop down tears packed in cascading silences,
Surging eyes trembling of memories and I remember
You used to be clouds that I rode to heaven.
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