Floatin Clouds Poem, by RSM, at My poetic side

With sad adieu I lie with you,

Upon the floating clouds,

Whisping as the breeze,

Blows on through, the winter freeze, so proud.

A shadow high, upon the sky,

It reaches like a tree,

For foggy rest, and sleepless nights of sympathy.

I wash my soul, with the rain,

The soft white clouds redusing pain.

As droplets tear, to the sandy ground,

Up high, yet near, as the world goes round.

Here is silent solitude, not a sound.

Heard or spoke.

Just laughter and felicity,

As my undressed dreams, they go.

Here we lie, till death do part,

Near to die, never again apart.

With the sweetest kind of simplicity.

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Floatin Clouds