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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Clouds
a poem by gab caraon

Clouds, clouds that covered us
In eternal darkness,
Darkness that engulfed us
And brought us to shame and solidarity,
To pity and disrepute,
To the bottom of the coldest
Corner of the world.
And in that darkness
We kept together,
In the midst of the dark where
We felt that we would never
See a ray of light again.
Keeping close to each other
Seemed to comfort us.
We became as one and
We again saw rays
Of light and more as
The time pass by,
Thinking that the clouds
Would soon evanesce.
But now we realize,
The darkness is eternal
For the weather beats us with hailstorms and fire
Lashing us with cruel lightning,
Bombarding us with thunder
Not knowing that it continually
Scars us and would leave
Us with signs of melancholy
Yes, the clouds are still
Hanging from above,
Still casting shadows
Upon us...

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