The Lady In The Clouds.

 

Looking up at at the sky,

catching my eye the perfect scenarios.

The architects in the clouds

carving perfect faces.

Time here must be passing slow.

They too live the time of a life.

Some dancing in the blue,

some sleeping in the dark,

some invisible, one with the sky,

some looking for the reason 'why'.

One such godly form,

the lady in the clouds.

Dancing with her colors fading

making her bright.

Fluttering her skirt, breaking through all the mirrors,

she's her own reflection.

She''s a hundred and she's one.

She knows the art,

she owns the sky, it's her earth.

But her own existence overlaps her beauty,

deforming her beautiful curves,

making her malleable,

transforming her into white mist.

The smokey romance in the cloudy sky,

is now her name.

-July 14, 2013

4:40 p.m

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The smokey romance in the cloudy sky,
is now her name. -- perfect conclusion to this piece...

Great use of poetic devices and imagery; showing the personification of the woman in the clouds, shifting her shape and becoming that which is the personification of beauty.

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Thank you Sarah. :)

[Sami Khalil]

"Some dancing in the blue,

some sleeping in the dark,

some invisible, one with the sky,

some looking for the reason 'why'.

One such godly form,

the lady in the clouds.

Dancing with her colors fading

making her bright."
A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing the beauty of your words...:)

[Mehak Mushtaq]

Thank you so much dear friend. :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

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Waaaw Mehak. ;)

[Mehak Mushtaq]

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