Clouds and Stars

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how mean and cruel of the clouds

to hide away the stars

as I sit, gazing, on my roof

the lonesome reality but a farce

I count on my fingers

and then in stones and pebbles

the numbers do not match

alas, this sky isn't my fable

there, squealing in fright

my star comes in sight

only for a second though

before it succumbs to the fight

O clouds, have some mercy

let them twinkle, shine bright

how much longer shall we wait

for this darkness to welcome the light

This Poem is shared with

• A Week For Writing - Cloud,
• Imaginary Garden - The Tuesday Platform,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.