The purple cloud is flying high,
Above my head in the sky.
People walk around for fun,
When things get heavy you just run.
Black birds fly the hit the ground,
And then stand up and turn around.
Clap your hands then stomp your feet,
Get the rain before the heat.
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
