The Breaking Of Clouds
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Mihaela Pirjol
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The sunrays
tickle the clouds;
laughingly
they spread into the sky,
forgetting to rain;
and the sun sings,
‘Good-morning! '
I break the clouds
around my heart,
with the humming
hammer of my thought, —
and it breaks
the clouds in tears,
somewhere...
my heart is intended
to remain intact:
I mutter mantras
and Om chants—
to break the spell
which its chords
enchants!
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