Poem

White Cloud Dark

A white cloud,

A pure cloud,

A beautiful cloud,

Happiness is what it is.

A dark cloud,

A damp cloud,

A depressed cloud,

Sadness is what it is.

It has seen life repeat,

The beat,

It always has in these years,

It never had pity of the weak ones.

Life is not always balanced,

Sadness and happiness are always within it,

Just like parasites to living things,

But there is one thing that can be called,

Infinite!

Clouds are always there in different forms,

But sadness and happiness are there,

This makes clouds affected by light and dark,

Clouds have traveled with theses parasites,

Everywhere you can imagine you went.

The true infinite are clouds,

They do not lie because they don’t speak,

They can only express what they feel,

Clouds voice are infinite; this is why we don’t hear them.

By: Guilherme Feitosa

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