Lie in the grass
Look up to the sky
Each cloud a shape
You wish you could fly
Live among those heavenly creatures
Of many shapes and sizes
All fluffy, white,
AND cloudlike
Each cloud unlike any before
Peace and love,
And no fighting or war
Just disappearing
After a day
But with no sadness
Or any pain
They say
When you die
You go up in the sky
Like a cloud
After it rains
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Poems
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
