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Princess

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2 poems·Since June 2013
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To Be a Cloud

August 22, 2014

From here, the clouds do not seem so far away

The stuff that dreams are made of hovers here with me

next to me, above me

below me

From here, I can see everything

All the beauty and wonders of the world

Trees grow in their concrete plots

Carefully watered, carefully trimmed lawns grow with an unearthly verdancy

Somewhere, a rose grew out of a crack in the sidewalk

Somewhere a rose wilted

From here, more and more is becoming clear

The vibrancy of life throbs and ebbs

Cars race past, People walk past, the day is going by

Quickly, so quickly

So quickly they never look up to see

they never see me up here

Up here, where clouds are dreams

It's getting quiet, peaceful

There's a peace in the air

It's thick. I can feel it.

I can touch it!

From here, the wind whistles

Birds, confused by my grace, flutter by

I lose them in the clouds

I lost everything to the clouds

Tumbling, Turning, there is a  harmony with the world

when you fall from it

From here, the ground looks so close, it's too close!

I think from the beginning

I wanted to be a cloud

 

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