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Colour of the Sky

  • Jan 1, 2017
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Forest called me yet again,

to walk among its tall trees.

In this grey day,

with the smell of rain in the air.

Savouring the moment,

with each step I took.

Skies, were darkening,

with every step I've made.

Gazing into horizon, behind the hills I saw,

storm approaching, like an army from beyond.

With the spring’s birth wind,

it was rushing towards me.

The scent coming with the storm,

made me close my eyes, letting go completely.

Touched by the nature's kisses,

soft rain drops started to caress my face.

Standing there amongst the trees on the hill I was,

listening the music wind was making.

Enjoying soft kisses of spring being born,

like caresses of sweet woman’s kisses.

It took me away to the world beyond,

with the storm’s army coming.

Knowing, that the nature will show its force,

which no man can control.

Whenever skies darken, turning day into night,

my heart sings from joy, as I love nature's show of force.

Gust’s blowing, thunders striking, with pouring rain,

reborn I always am under these stormy skies.

Makes me feel like Gods are waging war,

with the wind blowing through the trees.

Widows weeping tears of sadness,

showing me their pain and sorrow.

There I love to stand, in the middle of the forest,

under the dark rainy skies.

Where I join the battle of the gods,

which makes me feel so alive.

Home I came, soaking wet,

caressed by soft nature’s kisses.

Turned in to passion from beyond,

this war of gods, cleansed my soul.

 
 
 

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