Clouds and Fluff
Prompt 2 of our Piccadilly "Write the Poem" challenge: Clouds
There's something ethereal about clouds.
that circles the sky.
It's mood changes so quickly sometimes.
whether it be a time of madness,
clouds are beautiful
As a child,
I always wanted to feel a cloud.
floating with them,
and peering at the tiny world below.
When I learned what fog was
-sunken clouds drifting upon earth-
I think a sadness struck;
as, like me,
there are days where my feet
can barely lift up off the ground.
It's dew was like a sadness;
with a new day
it rose again as a cloud,
and so too,
must I rise.
I reach to be a cloud.
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