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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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