Wandering cloud

conscious poem


“…I am but a wandering cloud,
Floating in this crimson sky,
Drifting away, carried by the breeze,
The cool night air feels curious,
As I tower up to reach a singularity,
The stars infuse my very essence,
Pouring rain, falling into the depths of darkness,
Waiting for the dawning light to shine again!…”


Michael McGregor

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