Autumn thoughts I

Now days stretch slowly, long

Under autumn sky of rain

Our thoughts are trapped

As bees so diligent

In the hive of waking emotions.

The clouds swim gracefully

Dressed in light gray robes

Their wide long sleeves

Touching the sky and my face

Autumn clouds are priests

Whispering the truth for the world,

Do we really exist? 

Will our reflection remain?

Where our shadows move after?

We are children of God,

With lost innocence,

Wandering, expelled from the

Heaven and earth...

Our last hope is Love. 

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Cloud of memory -2-

The clouds roaming

In endless sky

Flickering sunbeams

Smiling primroses faces

I see there all is in light

And some mystical dark blue

Clouds-sheep conquering the west

Where in the horizon, bathing in orange fog

Of pastel colors, the glowing sun yawns

Tired from the day…

As a rosy lace I see the edge of her dress,

She is holding rose quartz heart,

spreading her astonishing rays

holding the whole earth in her hands

(Ariel) 

letting us to remember who we are

today, now, who we`ll be tomorrow,

her wings are spread wide from west

to east. She holds the key to nature,

love, peace, miracles, all bears, tigers, cats,

all living beings, all essence of the flowers. 

Mysteriously our souls wander 

in the world, chasing shadows 

of our tired gray-blue clouds

full of tears. 

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