Drifting Thoughts

at the end of a working


I cannot help, but


as i look to the evening


as clouds drift by

and think

are these clouds not vessels

of our dreams?

our human destiny in

symbolic form

something about the way

they gather or drift

as they rise and fall

genuflecting, as if….

and then the rain….

are clouds the takers


givers of pain?

the tears of humanity


in silent limbo!


By Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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