Clouds
White light, floating free.
That is what a could was ment to be.
Drifting, blowing here and there.
A fluffy gift the wolrd can share.
It may not do anything much.
Clouds are something only imangination can touch.
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A Book Of Poetry
PoesiaOk Guys So I Have Been Beginning To Understand How Depressed, Hurt, or Sorrowful People Feel. So I Decided To Write Poetry For Them. To Express How They Feel When People Aren't Looking At Them. So A lot Of This Poetry Is Going To Be Sad And DEEP. An...
