Strings..

The clouds seemed far away,
my longing to be up there,
never surcease.
I sat there,
my leg dangling in the water,
my reflection,
strung to a garland of roses,
that image, pierced and beautified,
never away.
To the fluffy white, I prayed
but instead all they did,
was to tell me a story,
in their own way.
I never understood at first,
how the story changes,
and then I saw the light crusade,
and then I saw the sleek silver,
thin and shiny,
never fading.
The strings, tugging,
tugging my thoughts,
to form those glorious stories,
for the clouds were one string.

art by: me STRINGS

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