As I fall through the clouds
My arms reach up
the white wisps
Swirl, speeding by
Whipping like the fabric of my skirt
Cloaking like a wraith
Concealing
My heart hangs in the air
Above, caught in suspense
as a parachute above my head.
Will I hit a cloud, or will I hit the ground?
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Through the Fog: Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoetry using imagery to express heavier themes. Poems will be added as the inspiration hits. 12 in original poetry 2 in book of poetry
