ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖: Write a poem from the view of a cloud.
A little bit here, another dot there.
This has to go below
and that blown away with air.
Slowly I change shape.
Slowly I become an ape.
Heads turn, the first finger is pointed.
This is for what I yearn.
I'm not disappointed.
Now they all look at me.
Now it's time to pee!
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My Summer Nights
PoetryA poetry collection written for the Achievement Hunter Challenge
