Soaring above clouds-
Pure, pristine plaster of Paris
Skybound for mornings
Past, present, and future.
Whispering sweet nothings
To the birds that dare to disturb
Their gliding
On early autumn breezes.
Mere mortals cannot fathom
The magnitude of the
Everlasting existence
Lived by these wisps of stardust that
A young girl, gazes at from
The earth.
From mist to rain and back again
My clouds can see your lies
Your truths
And the grey space in between.
My clouds Will watch you
Learn to live and start to sing
And water the scorched earth.
For even after winters brutal assault on the newborn tulips
Spring takes hold again.
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poezja{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
