Please let me know what you think! I have been working A LOT on this poem and still am, I hope you like it! Let me know if the m
essage of the poem is conveyed well and if it sounds to rigid or if it flows very well.
~Nuvole bianche~
By; Jacob Odom
The sun paints the sky with such colours as the golden riches of twilight and the pure white silks, such beauty...
Fleeting beauty found in the moments before dark, such beauty…
Those clouds, seen by children as the living imagination;
Watch as they lie down in the field and dream of the lives and joys to come in the future, that are found in their imaginations, such beauty...
Such purity, that is what is lost in life, the courage to imagine, to see the white clouds and dream of the simple joys of this life, such sweet sorrow....
Lost sight of the hopes, lost sight of the dream, the dream that brought such joy, where have the clouds gone…
Like twilight, such is the way of childhood, here for the fleeting moments of the rich gold and silver linings that crown the clouds, such hopeful beauty...
But as soon as the clouds are here, just as fast they hang with the thundering rain, such sorrow of a wasted dream…
Through the night, until the morning, when the sun shines again to bring back the hopes of a new dream, such beauty…
Fleeting is the twilight, but such beauty that the sun comes again, such hope…
And all to dream on Nuvole bianche, until the morning;
Nuvole bianche… Such hopeful beauty….
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((Nuvole Bianche meaning White Clouds
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