Look at the clouds, they tell a story
Of untold woes and songs of glory.
Woes always hidden, never seen;
In the sky infinite they will always be.
They carry them within for times unknown.
Without a glitch they glide on,
But once in a while when it gets too heavy,
They let go, cause’ they’re weary.
And then it rains and we call it nature’s beauty,
But that? It is just the clouds’ melancholic story.
-Leha
THE LITERARY AFFAIR 
Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully expressed. Well done.
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War of words.. Beautiful!
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Thank You:)
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i loved this, love!
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Thank you !
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A beautiful poem. I honestly cannot wait for the monsoon to arrive. Its funny and relieving how almost like the flick of a button the weather goes from hot and balmy to cool and refreshing. I love the monsoon.
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Haha, I second that. Enough of the sultry summer now! Time for some rain
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Strange fact: I live in Phoenix, the center of the desert, but we experience a monsoon season. In the summer, warm winds and moisture from the Gulf of Mexico brings us huge, violent storms, with sideways winds and torrential rain.
I will think of your poem during our next storm. Thank you.
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Wow, thanks for sharing that !! I just love the rains. It just brings out the beauty in the already beautiful Nature.
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Beautiful. I loved the last three lines especially! ♥️
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Thank you 🙂
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