In my soul there is a cloud
Sometimes light gray, blue
Green, white opal color,
Changing its form inside
So my outer forms changes
full of deep sadness and rain
collecting water from rivers
around, lakes
sometimes this cloud so full
covered with moon sparkles
bursts in tears …
and drops cool autumn rain
on my red wounded heart-leaf.
n.nour *
نینا
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