Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
March 16, 2026

Nights Under Tranquil Clouds

By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

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.
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