Friday, March 11, 2016

Cirrus Melancholia


Is it so beautiful?
The way we live?
The lives we lead-
The secrets we keep.

A celestial chess match
Or free will to all.
My life has been plucked
From the fiery embers

Clouds in spring
Trees stand naked and worn
Waiting for Spring to flourish
Green and beautiful.

Tell me what more does it  mean?
To have purpose, to have life?
In this day we value meaningless things
More than a tree or a cloud in it's beauty.

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