In a cloistered-life,
devouring every drop
of uttered word,
in any moment will dry up
but tears will never be.

Ephemeral cloud,
an almost tangible wraith-
my love is unfettered by truth,
it can only bloom in freedom
A cord to touch, not to bind-
to ruin a domain built with blood.

The author spawns birds to fly,
fish for oceans; mindless
jellyfish obeying instincts.
But man is rooted on earth
who seeks the clouds...

Watching you, in every waking moment,
staring the ashen grey horizon.
The sunbeam's reflection on ice
are your eyes, a warm blanket.
And I have endured...

Alice Cuenca

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