Quietude

White clouds

Flying around me,

Soft and delicate,

Call me;

Lie down on us,

Relax.

I want to touch them

Enjoy their tenderness,

And fall into a deep sleep…

If I was there I could even,

Flutter the green treetops

With my gentle tiptoes

Inhale the fresh blossom

Into my chest,

Quietude.

If I could stay there

All day,

If could even-

Be there,

I will have then,

To stop

Dreaming. 

The End

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