blue sky over arran by anelephantcant
A cloud floats wispy high and white
Pure in a clean blue sky
A sky too blue to shed a tear
A sky that can never cry
The cloud now sees another there
Pure in a clean blue sky
They smile and drift and join each other
In a sky that still can’t cry
And now the cloud becomes a shape
Less pure in a clean blue sky
More clouds start merging soft together
In a sky that is yet to cry
sky over loch lomond by anelephantcant
The clouds are thick and full and low
Dark in a grey blue sky
The light almost hidden behind the veil
Of a sky preparing to cry
Now clouds are all that can be seen
No blue in a grey black sky
No sunlight in a broken world
As the sky begins to cry
A cloud floats wispy high and white
Pure in a clean blue sky
The storm passes over clearing the air
In time the tears will dry
blue sky over bute by anelephantcant
anelephantcant 
What to say about this exceptional poem, all in gradations and circles, in gentle and sad rhythms, like a slow dance or an inexorable tide?
Tu es fantastique! Si, vraiment!
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No sunlight in a broken world : des mots qui résument en partie la vie de maintenant (si j’ai bien tout compris) 🙂
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