White,
Fluffy,
Clouds.
I love watching them linger across the sky,
Slowly,
Leisurely almost.
White,
Fluffy,
Clouds.
A pet cloud,
I suppose,
would be fun.
It could follow me everywhere,
Bring me pieces of the rainbow.
And when I'm tired,
I could rest my head in it's fluff,
And sleep.
Sleep.
And dream,
Clouds.
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Poems I Think?
CasualeA small book of pieces, that I don't knkw if they'd classify as poems. I'll write them to what I'm feeling, and they're all real. "If you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree, it will live the rest of it's life feeling stupid." Albert Einst...
