"Where am I?"
With the luxury of life, I rose and opened my eye
The light was blinding but I caught the snow melting. Perhaps summer is nigh
On the other side were the fields resplendent with yellow dancing daisies
No abominable enormous dark clouds were distraught and may seize
Upon my head was a canvas of sky, so fly, so high
Until I moved,
I turned and I turned
With nothing heard
"Where am I?" then I was burned
- CYBI
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PoetryJust a compilation of totally not dark poems written by a very sane and totally mentally stable person
