As the clouds pass by
thousand thoughts fly,
painting silver memories,
of unstated words and
passion suppressed,
behind the walls of
whitewashed dreams,
Whispering a secret,
caressing my soul again
the clouds pass by.
-Time can heal life-
** Revised version of – As the clouds pass by
Photo- clicked at Chennai – from my office using my cell phone
Such a gentle and sweet poem. I enjoyed it a lot.
I see you are posting by phone. How adventurous. I haven't tried that yet. Good for you! 🙂