Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Clouds
Like a cloud it comes down Covering Obscuring my view Complicating everything that I think Confusing every move I debate How is it that I never see? I never notice The waste of my feelings The waste of my love The waste of my time
7 comments:
A beautiful text to say this fine sky...
No domino el idioma, pero creo percibir pesimismo en el texto, también existe una intensa luz entre las nubes ¿No?.
Excelente foto.
Antonio
hola me gusta los rayos de luz que entran entre las nuves muy buena foto un saludo
Thank you to all of you! I really do appreciate it.
Antonio - yes, I would say there is some pessimism in the text. You are very right:)
If emotions had shape,
they'd look like clouds.......
lovely pic .......the text as u said was gloomier but the pic was uplifting :)
I sometimes find it hard to read your poetry. They are beautiful prose, however at the same time they are wrought by sorrow.
Chris: Thank you. You thoughts really do mean a lot to me:)
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