#158 Dried Mantle Of Vapours...

The rains halted

as the vapoured layers dried,

the winds blew away the

empty clouds

paving way to a bright

and clear sky..

Overjoyed by the colour blue

seen after long grey days,

all that on earth, were running again

as I sat there and gaze..

The lands beneath our feet

were served more than

it asked for,

its inhabitants woke up that morning

to withdraw again..

The dried mantle of vapours

scattered and far

promises from a distance to return

as if they know its pain,

while telling me to move on

to not stay there for long,

or I will be nothing more

than the overwhelming land

ready to be feathered

and erased...