The sky’s are blue,
Aren’t those clouds new ?
Passing like the breeze,
they’re here to please.
Transparency is there trait,
Believe it or not…being honest is their ultimate fate.
Filled with water or ice alike,
Touching you…they strike.
Hold them as you might,
In your hands up tight.
Floods they bring and a few storms too…
But there’s always the sun that shines right through.
– Priyanka Budkuley
Vogue of Thoughts 