After The Clouds Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

After The Clouds



Rivers flowing incessantly

Your centre

You make music, its out of control.

Just a little thorn in your side, the rosebush is full of them.

Not chaos

Just love, in color

Dazzling,

Profound. seductive

Comfortable like a chair.

Tender, formidable.

So nice to see you smile after the darkness.

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