I'm floating through the clouds
Like a speck with bounds
A clam under neath
Unreachable, cannot breathe
Like steam of smoke, I wish to fade
To wander, fulfill an escapade
A stalagmite in a cave
Undiscovered, heart too grave
Touch me like a dandelion
Be a stone to lean on
Soar with me with the gust of wind
Like a drugged rat can't be tamed
All over you, are stains
Yet everything you are is inane
I need company
Like plants need sun, singing in full harmony
Like a fingertip of a spring I wish to make way
If no pebble can make me stay
If no torn would stop the petal from falling
I'd be a driftwood who keeps on sailing
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Hurled Thoughts
PoetryWe hurl thoughts like we breathe every gust of wind... To the words never spoken. To the thoughts I have forgotten.
