CLOUDS

Creating a sunlit, golden world where I can

Listen to my

Own thoughts with the

Universe's vices bidding for my attention.

Dreaming with the birds and wishing I could

Stay in this pristine, hazy world in the sky forever.

This poem is about: 
Me

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