Come On Dear Clouds

Come On Dear Clouds short poem

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It’s too hot, could you come as a rainy spout!
The heat inside now shrieks for outing,
The music of steps I can feel, I breathe-in you,
And what I inhale is shivering my body,
I know you are dancing somewhere very close,
Humid air that is wet, murmuring a song,
A lyric that is sung after meeting the beloved
Although I can listen to your slow heart beats,
But now I want a thunder of passion,
Lightning of desire that excites someone,
She is still sleeping in a tiring noon,
Shake her up and wake her up,
Inspire me to sing, and excite her to dance,
I want to see your show of romance,
See the smile that will follow the cries,
Come on dear clouds and capture the skies.

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