Clouds on the Floor

by Sunshine   Sep 25, 2015


It rains and thunders
like roars and fires
in a winter tumbleweed.

But I never get
to lift hands,
to close eyes
and raise a head
toward the
coughing sky and soar,

for the clouds that are left-
lie tired on the floor..

by: Rania Moallem

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  • 8 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Oh my.. ran .. i love this so much.
    and i want to nominate it *cries * why am i so late to check this *wails*

  • 8 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Nananom.....bdbdjgotntbsgdufjf......that is all. Wonderful.

    • 8 years ago

      by Sunshine

      Hahaha benbenbwenos <3

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Rania,
    This is a stunning piece and the language and imagery in that second stanza thoroughly impressed me ".......the coughing sky" - brilliant.
    All the very best,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Sunshine

      I can never enjoy any comments as I do yours. Thank you Ben. Your words are stunning always

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