poetry

[178] Even The Clouds Mourn

by Rahul Gaur

Droopy eyes struggle to take in
the endless valley of clouds
From high above its easy to forget
that you live on the ground below

I can almost feel the rain on my cheeks
Is this what breathing in heaven feels like
where you don’t ask for attention
neither i feel the need to ask for yours

Like all good things that come to an end
Sun rays kill a reflection in the lake
But it’s all too bright to see clearly
If it’s my reflection or did you return
to take my breath away

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