Cloud

A cloud appeared suddenly

above the town

in the early evening,

watched by noone.

 

The wind of the hight swayed it,

and the cloud started to blush,

but people turned their eyes

to worldly matters.

 

And everybody was walking their way, looking for power, gold or bread,

And the cloud – bleeding with beauty

Floated along its sky.

 

It floated higher and higher,

As if it wanted to reach the God;

The wind of the hight swayed it,

The wind of the hight blew it away.

 

Poem by D.Cesarić

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