Oh, how I wish I could run on the clouds.
Freelance along the sun's reflection across them,
Touch the birds.
Sit and sleep on the comfort the clouds bring.
Even sit and let the clouds take me someplace far, far away...
That's what I hope loving you one day will feel like.
At least until we precipitate.
But hopefully we'll be able to keep the water cycle going...
hopefully...
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
