Clouds poetry

Look n o w

Old cloths we have out grow–

Our mothers don't nurture us anymore

But now we some of us in that word we

Nurtures them, school supplies books and

homework we left that life behind and jumped into the School of life now, when I was small I dreamt it,

Was easy just to touch a star but now no matter

what plane I'm in cutting through the clouds it's

The star that always feel/seems so far like it's–

running away from me when it was my biggest inspiration.

-ashes poetry