The Cloud
I have mistakenly kissed a cloud
passing through the wedding hall,
She forsook the sky and her fall
was after the silver bell’s sound.
Her lips tasted like early morning,
when the sun blinked his eyes
and painted in rosy the blue skies,
wiping the stars that were adorning
the night who departed to sleep,
Perhaps it had a jealous motive,
hiding the stars in her gloom hive:
her fancy was only hers to keep .
but I confess: that was my intent
to make the cloud remain content.
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