You Are The Cloud

the water droplets in you
the dusts in your hands and feet
you carry them
up with your wings to the heavens
there is pain
and disgust on your neck and
ribs

to those who see when you hang in there
lifelessly
you are a reddish cloud
as beautiful as a bouquet of roses
against a desert sky

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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