The Abode of Clouds by Vedika Mandapati
No room for brown,
The soil is deep red,
Bright and dull at once,
Like blood of the Earth
The blood covered,
With the widest array of
Greens, seemingly shimmering
In the bright rays that slip through
In the bright rays that slip through
No room for smog,
The skies are barely visible,
Through the shifting clouds,
Comfortable in their abode
The clouds separating
Into wisps, thin as sticks
Flit into man's abode
As though it is their own
Comfortable in their surroundings,
Challenged by a deeper need,
They slip into our homes,
Our minds, our souls
Not damaging anything per say,
Bringing with them a chilling,
Rude awakening to the cold,
As they enter our abode
-Vedika Mandapati
Comfortable in their surroundings,
Challenged by a deeper need,
They slip into our homes,
Our minds, our souls
Not damaging anything per say,
Bringing with them a chilling,
Rude awakening to the cold,
As they enter our abode
-Vedika Mandapati
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