When I was younger,
I thought that clouds must be like cotton
White and fluffy and warm
Maybe bouncy like sky-high trampolines
I'd lay back and pick out shapes
And dream of soaring among them
But now I know that clouds are not cotton
I will never bounce upon them
They are clumps of water
That collect the sorrows of the earth
Until they are so heavy that they cry.
I think that I have evolved
With my knowledge of clouds;
Once light, fluffy, dreamy
Now heavy with sorrow and unshed tears.
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hush (a collection of my poetry)
Poetrylet it be quiet if just for a moment. not silent just quiet. listen to your breathing and your heartbeat and the world outside the window close your eyes and take a breath. appreciate the puddles of silence as much as the street of sound. app...
