The Cloud and the Earth

image courtesy of pixy.org
Soaring, the stretched-out cloud 
drew herself together today,
whispering of her travels
of covering mountains
gently with the purity of her grace,
of caressing the mounds of low
lying prairie lands,
of the torrents of tears 
she shed when tortured
by the wind who kept
her too far, too often
from touching her love,
the earth.

Thus, she spoke 
of her eternal struggle
to touch her lover
as she wished—
melting into her 
completely lost
within her
and never being forced
by wind or sun to move 
away and along.

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