CLOUDS BELOW THE ZONE

Many years back,we were puddles.
Results of typhoon like love.
Of course we almost never knew how our trees met.
We fell not far from their shades of different seasons.

Today we are here....
              Rivers of raging desires.
               Lakes of swaying ambitions.
                Seas of overwhelming talents and gifts.

The world heats our surfaces ruthlessly.
Ray upon beam of hate and unfair treatment.
Shakes that break our ritcher minds.
Larva of pains and dissapointments that condense our hopes.

                  Mist is formed...
                  Above,envisioned clouds of a new generation.
                  Thick nimbus fruits.
                   A secret society of good-Will minds is about to fall.

They are only seen....
As the grass turns green.
Another child walks into the scene.
Changes the climate... with words of affirmation and an elusive vicissitude.

Zonal clouds...we...just suspend and recycle it all over again.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

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