The Art Of CloudsA Poem by The Chosen PoetAfter the long period of being hurt and development of mistrust, i took inspiration from the clouds and related it to the beauty of life
The fine art of the clouds
which resemble nothing but the genuine lining of your gorgeousness and your nicely moulded face. The equanimity of my soul had made nothing but melancholia in my life but your constantly keeping me sane but reality is intolerable when it assail my vulnerable soul. My enmity towards the evilness of human nature makes me unwear my soul but the preciousness of the silver lining of the clouds show me the beauty of life and your lovely self but the edge of melancholy goes on blur terrifically. The clouds portray your gorgeous face each day it's of artists to interpret the utter beauty i saw today, in the depth of your soul but your eyes henceforth show me the hues of love. The clouds are smiling, it's obstructive to poets but society sees them the same. One-dimensional life with lack of coherence makes the fire of your spirit dies off. The world had had subdued and been aloof those which are irrational but the good are futile, selfishness and greed because of omnipotent but reality has severity to nudging the heart of the wise but it's because of the puzzling lining of the clouds neither of us has a better notion of. In this world i remain an indolent forlon but with complete vigilance. The fire of the candle of my life is dying off but i lie to myself to be living with complete ambition but i can't fathom my nature because the art of the clouds is overwhelming. © 2014 The Chosen PoetAuthor's Note
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