to escape my reality
I turn to the clouds
in hope of seclusion
from this unsettled world.
for in the dulcet sky,
I find my much-needed abditory.
a place where the sun tickles my skin
and makes my eyes glow
a place where the blue skies
serve as my canvas
to paint my daydreams on
let me dance in my mind
twirling across wisps of cotton
scattered by the hand
of higher, freer powers
on a cerulean expanse
let me gaze at how the floccules
float dreamily across the tranquil waters
some gradually disappearing
some moving on, flowing as though
pursed lips had gently blown them forwards
please.
don't encourage my awakening.
I want to dream.

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glass slipper | poetry
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