The clouds,
Beautiful, comfortable,
Cotton soft, and tangible;
drown me in my imagination.
They linger in the reflection of my eyes.
The clouds from above look like heaven.
Beautiful, embraceable,
Cotton soft, and tangible;
Drowning me in my damnation.
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Birds in Glass Castles
PoetryMy collection of poems through the last few years in some of their rawest forms; more steppingstones of my journey as a writer.
