Clouds by Ryan Kiruri

Published in Qwani 01

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People are like clouds...

Born of the fiery heat of passion

They come into being

Tiny and helpless

They slowly grow

Nurtured by the kind warmth of love

But at the height of their existence

The weight of existence becomes heavy

They begin getting dark and gloomy

Using different forms of release

To lighten the burden on their shoulders

Their place in the world is already decided for them

The only way they can change

Is through the push of the wind of life

Despite how harsh it might be

But when they finally shed all the burdens

That shackled them to existence

And they become light and carefree again

As in their youth

The bitter, cold wind begins to blow

The icy breeze of death howls

Bringing with it

Their eventual passing from this world...

~The Spartan™

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Photo by Margen Cero