Who does know what the clouds hiding?
And why God made them miserable?
Their faces look so sad and silent
Like an orphans' at a funeral.
They put upon us their grey shadows
Like a ghost of mother's mourning.
But sometimes they evil laugh at us
Showing sign of Angel's falling.
They roam the sky like a restless souls.
Can I light a candle for them?
But all is in vain when the wind howls
And wick goes out from tears of rain...
27.11.2022
The Clouds
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2022
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