When the clouds themselves
look like mountains in the distance.
Made of cliff white
for me to climb upon
in the sky of pink.
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PoëzieMy poems might not rhyme completely but you'll feel what I felt as I wrote each word. Based on things that I have went through in my life. Writing is basically therapy to me, so keep it close it your heart. There is a lot about love, overcoming tra...
Clouds
When the clouds themselves
look like mountains in the distance.
Made of cliff white
for me to climb upon
in the sky of pink.
