Past the cloud

To the best sister

Tips of toes to top of ladder
Fingers reaching past the cloud
Grasping for the stars that scattered
As you donned your draping shroud

I’ll bring them by you one by one
Collected in the hands of time
Waiting ready when your eyes lift
And the darkness illumine

Past the cloud, poetry by Roshan Grossman

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