Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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#CLOUDCUDDLES
The downy clouds of soft cotton, Like the marshmallows, like a plushie The clouds are like soft toys someday, All so cuddly and oh so mushy
And in my imagination I'm already, Sailing on the velvety duvet, Rolling in my dreams of comfort, The rough world around can wait.
The mellow light bathes the clouds, In the softness of the evening sun, The clouds follow like a fluffy pet, Wherever for escape I try to run.
I want the winds to embrace me and Mould a cotton candy out of a cloud I want them to swoop on me and carry me, Over to where the clouds squeal aloud
The clouds make mighty castles, By stashing together and piling like pillows, There's no one to rule over me as I explore, The soft corners where the wind billows.
In my daydreams of the ethereal, I'll hug the clouds to sleep someday The world around maybe harsh but My imagination's clouds cushion me all the way.
