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by CloudySkyMoreno Valley, California, USA

Jul 2014 530 Views 6 comments

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Surrounded by the silence
Only night can bring
Enveloped in the darkened clouds
Arms which angels sing
Bated breath like wind does blow
Only sign of motion
Rampant thoughts take steps so slow
Attempt to stifle emotions
Hide and seek the random play
Not left for children’s feet
This game is not of one we choose
And ends with souls defeat.

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Posted: Jul 2014

About this poem:

Haven't posted any poems in a while and thought I would share one. Hope all here are doing well. :)

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niah9Auckland, New ZealandJul 15, 2014

Cloudy Sky.....was thinking of you recently...and there you are....good to see you....nice to read your words again....Kathy

CloudySkyOPMoreno Valley, California USAJul 15, 2014

Thanks, Kathy. I am around once in a while, but just been quiet.

niah9Auckland, New ZealandJul 15, 2014

I have been living more in the physical rather than cyber space....but spending some time here again at present.....nice to know you are ok.....K

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USAJul 16, 2014

Hi, CloudySky,
This game is not of one we choose... Has me thinking of free will versus predetermination. Though we may not get to pick the game or decide the rules by which we must play in the one presented, I hold onto hope that the soul's defeat is not how it ends. Welcome back and thanks for sharing.