POEM::Find your bliss in clouds

 Thank you to Ariela for your awesome participation, patience and passion!

Find your bliss in clouds

She lost her way out of her city
of angles and smoke.
She lost her way out of her city
of tangles that awoke.
In this way of her city
she for the meaning, for a yoke.
the mud of thirst
in the puddle to wait!
the mud a hurt
in the puddle of hate!
the mud to curt
in the puddle to initiated
In the clouds
she found her unfurling 9
In the clouds
she found her unnerving spine!
In the clouds
she found her yearning divine!
With her coals,
she found a place to soak
With her brush,
she found her stroke
With her reams,
she found a vote to coax
She knew where to go
when it raged of tempest.
She had it in her heart
when it was wise and temperate!
And in her solace and pensiveness
and all else left, is left, she found a trumpet!
 Ariela-portrait-Photographer-DannyNguyenPhotos.com-0001-
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