City of Clouds
O' the floating city above my city,
From where the messages of Kalidasa you bring,
Are you the messengers, the doves of love
Or the greying hairs of emerging wisdom,
You bring showers or the smell of hope,
Do you actually carry the yearning of standing alone,
Away from the burning Sun,
You float above, burning your backs,
So the hearts below can uplift themselves
To make to create and to wonder
How will my city travel if it
All is made of clouds...
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