[ORIGINAL POEM] The cloud

in #poetry • 8 years ago
The cloud that moves the evening forward
resembles a girl with curls,
adorned with a fiery red tiara,
the hair a floating veil.
The heavenly deer she hunts,
but finds no celestial prey.
Weepingly, she slowly fills
the crescent near the precipice.

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