Category: Poetry

  • c l o u d s

    c l o u d s

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    Looking up, I am mesmerized

    They’re like lofty mountains

    or floating islands

    or cotton candy blankets

    And sometimes, they feel alive

    as if they also breathe

    like snowy white bears,

    only they’re up there

    Those peaceful giants,

    how they float across

    the sea of the sky

    I stare, transfixed,

    tears in my eyes

    No wonder.

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