I stand on the terrace of my roof now.
The glazing sun blocking my eyes.
Yet I make a way for my anxious eyes,
To look at the vast sky
Through the sun's rays.
I can see the giant locks of white clouds
Moving over my head.
I wish I could capture you,
The way my eyes see you.
The blue sky looks still and calm.
While you move gently, O' white beauty!
Only to melt in the pack of other white clouds,
Floating in the sky...
O' clouds! I am never tired of you.
Will you care to tell me,
Where do you come from?
Where do you belong?
Why do you keep so silent?
And what is it that makes you,
So white and blue?
Eagles soar the sky so high
As if it wants to reach you and nigh.
You change your shapes, patterns, colours.
You are so divine, so real, so full of life...
You keep moving, yet you look so still.
Mountains look still too.
Do they too keep moving as you do?
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