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clouds

 
I'm feeling edgy with a sensitive touch
my senses are sharp and I feel everything
it is with trepidation I press onward

it cuts to feel the brittle dawn
the sunrises on my lurid demeanor
and I look to the skies to understand my mood

if it's grey I will turn inward
if blue skies rule I will reach up and touch the winds
and gently caress the face of God

he asks me tenderly what does this cloud look like and I ponder
more often than not they look like fish
swimming through an ocean of wind
when I am willful the air presses in on me
and I am corrected

today I sit on the grass and daydream
picking flowers and making daisy chains
he loves he loves me not

I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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