clear sky

                                        looking above,watching the clouds
                                        as they pass slowly and gently
                                        across the sky ,while the sun awakens
                                        with a triumohing stretch. reminding me
                                        that the day remains clandestine until
                                        time passes by likebirds from their nests
                                        then will our memories try to catch what
                                        precious twigs tht the day has left,the fresh
                                        air lingers nt yet contaminated by the odorous
                                        breath of those mechanical monsters who
                                        terrorize the sanctity of the days, the sky is clear
                                        and not yet old,not yet has it been touched
                                          she lays wide open to those who want spend
                                          their time with this beauty.