Clouds
i miss those days where the
division and collision
of clouds was enough to maintain
my spirit flying.
yet it wasn’t only the simplicity,
but that majestic flow of an open sky
freely letting white spots dominate over,
and the colors of
royalty and fire
burning over and through
like threads sewing my heart into the universe.
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