Cloudy Love
Inconsistent, intermittent: like the clouds.
Inconsistent only in appearance.
They are never gone or absent forever.
Somewhere they are always in existence.
Beautiful and ever changing: like the clouds.
Not tied or tethered, not longing for flight.
Beyond the horizon, just past the sunset.
Sometimes they are just beyond your eye’s sight.
Nourishing and life bringing: like the clouds.
They come bringing cleansing rain and cool shade.
Life springs from these: emerald grass and fresh flowers.
And the world glows like an African glade.
Any true love is like the clouds in its essence.
Nourishing in its absence and in its presence.
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