I often forget to watch where I’m walking
Or get to point B
I often forget to finish my talking
Or I finish offbeat
Face to the sky I feed my addiction
Thoughts in my head are stranger than fiction
Up in the blue like a runaway kite
I’m a cloud photographer, one of a kind
White candy floss winding and stretching
And going to fray
Valleys and hills, the faintest of sketching
In luminous grey
My camera lens is filling with lightness
Suddenly changing wrongness to rightness
Opening up the maze of my mind
I’m a cloud photographer, one of a kind
Beautiful shots in my cloud collection
I know I should share
But something in me must keep this perfection
Away from the glare
Indifferent touches, predictable praises
For something beyond the most magical phrases
I’m guarding my treasure, keeping it close
I’m a cloud photographer nobody knows
cloud photographer
© Copyright: Людмила Прасад, 2020
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