One single cloud I flee,
Over places vast, oceans deep,
Explores joy and misery,
And now, stuck. Catastrophe.
This wonderful hill keeps me,
Close to it, good pair: cloud and a hill,
I was more than happy to be here,
The land of clouds been wee.
The hill is a pretty one- so merry,
She,but holds other clouds too.
Those are dark ones dear,
Dark clouds, masks they wear.
In our land of clouds, they talk,
Behind your back, they stalk,
Pass comments about you, them pervs!
Wish I'd kill them, but me a cloud!
Barge into is all they do,
Shed rain is what I can do,
No lighting info can I produce,
Please understand hill, you can.
Cuz me a cloud and you a hill,
Make a good team with good clouds,
You'll hold us close and we'll rain,
Joy and love forever we'll rain.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
