The clouds look angry
A spot in the sky
Of discontent
No solemn gray
But tortured and swirling
Like a soul with an anxious mind
When worry takes over
And it can be seen all over the body
By an observer who truly cares enough to look
And notice
When the one caught in the turmoil
Cannot see from their blinders
And instead are wrapped in the brewing storm
So take notice!
Help the third eye see what clouded vision cannot
Be the eye instead of the storm
© M/Gatlianne 2009
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I will look at clouds with a new understanding...
I like the subtheme of choices, of selfish wants that blind us to others hurts as well as their joys...Very good G

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This is lovely. I love the tie between nature and people. Nature is one of my favorite topics. This is just so well-written and heart-felt.
"Be the eye instead of the storm."
I loved that line. Just perfect! Great write!
