exempt viii: clouds
alr sooooo i wandered
only as a cloud that
floats on high o'er
vales and hills-
𝖳𝗈𝖳
alr so bAckStoRy tiMe
i wrote this on the terrace
after rain and tbh when i
was at home i was feeling a
bit aNgStY and uh yeah then
i went to the terrace stared at
clouds and tbh everything and
after what felt like eternity i
finally could write something in
this stupid diary of mine. 𝗍_𝗍
a
lr so yeah that was
the backstory i guess :𝖣
fuc you yall who didn't
read this whole shii
(sorry not sorry 😔😔)
alr so here goes the poem
its a rocky at the start, ikik
but trust me (pls) it gets
better, or so i think, eh
whatevah whotevah. 𝗍_𝗍
i like tis poem
hope yall do too
𝗍_𝗍
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A
nd the clouds went to kiss one another
But one of them withered away
A sad tale this is of these clouds
Where none of them is there to stay
And the sky cried in front of me
Joining the clouds, making them swell
But the tales of these dark abysses
Could yet only last a spell
So the clouds broke away then
As if they had been joint like some shards
And they became more like recluse beings
Too beautiful to see from afar
But the agony within them stayed
As the sun slipped in through the blinds
And the clouds which I was staring at
Were nowhere to could have find
And so they stayed apart I guess
Too scared to just fade away
Too scared, not unafraid, to blow off
And swing with the wind in its bay
Maybe clouds have a home too
Where they just don't come apart
Maybe somewhere they rest, finally at peace
After crying to be someone's part
May they find a home too
And not flow everytime
Everytime they have a reason to stay
Everytime they could call someone mine
And may they sway with the breeze
Not the taunting storm that separates
The blooming love inside a cloud
The flower meant to be in a girl's hair
And maybe that's why they swell so big
Too much love for them to hold
A burden it becomes in their hands
A burden not go take, neither sold
So may the clouds kiss their love
And may their happy tears come from them
And may their love live like eternity
Is all but a word on it's feet
<3
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kairos
Short Storykai • ros [ 'kīräs ] noun, greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement.
