Clouds of a heart truly soar.
they fly above the mountains,
over the seas. They do as they
please, drifting about. Puffing
cotton 'cross the sky, 'til darken
do they turn. They are our
hearts in every way. They turn
dark, they fly, they lighten, they
rain. They pour the tears like we
do, and dampen people's days. We fly
high in our happiness, darken
with madness, that hyper-active
dancing across the water-color
sky. Divining the sun, hiding it
from view, spreading the light,
the happiness. Clouds are always
there. So, will our souls. You should
know if your long gone friend has
left, but their spirit is still there,
just like the cloud, so lightly in the
sky. You'll see the clouds and smile,
knowing....Someone
is always there for you.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
