Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Nights Under Tranquil Clouds

"...the intimacy of song, the air whispering..."

Nights Under Tranquil Clouds

Nights
under tranquil clouds,
my hands in my pockets,
my head in those tranquil clouds,
the sweet sounds of night
birds,
the intimacy of song,
the air whispering,
floating in my ears.
I look up at the clouds
with wet eyes,
twilight fills my vision,
it caresses my tears.







Article © Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal. All rights reserved.
Published in the September 9, 2024 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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