Cloudy, Cloudy DayA Poem by Zoya
every once in a while
the sky above the plains got crowded I'd lie on the land that was unfortunate enough to have never kissed a raindrop I'd lie amidst failed produce and broken expectations but the traffic of clouds above me would make me forget empathy I'd point at my favourite cloud hoping that no one was looking not because it was embarrassing but because I wanted to keep all beautiful things to myself and it was in that moment that I'd realise even the clouds take shape, when will my life? © 2020 ZoyaFeatured Review
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