To be a cloud
and live suspended
by a piece of sky
To be a cloud
while the sun
and turns to ash
this dream of mine
give me an indigo gleam
across the abyss
Eyes like waterfalls of
tears flowing like rivers
into the horizon
the clouds womb
where heaven and earth
and all elements mingle
where there’s no earth
there’s no sea
there’s no flame
there’s no air
I look around
and all I see
© Rui Alves 2021. …
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