She was a cloud,
An angry, grey cloud,
Yearning for the innocent white she once had,
She was a raindrop,
Surrounded by raindrops,
But utterly alone as all raindrops are,
She was a puddle,
Muddy and stepped in,
Cursed by those who trod her underfoot,
She was nothing,
Completely forgotten,
Till she was born a white cloud again.
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Poetic Madness
PoetryA collection of random poems that I wrote. I will add more as inspiration comes to me. I apologize if they're terrible :)
