Post card dreaming

Why can't I live within the clouds?
The clouds that flow through the water color painted sky.
Why can't fly through the air as wind and touch fair cheeks ?
Cheeks of happy, freckled children.
Why can't i be the ocean blue crashing onto the rocks and brushing the fresh sand onto the shore.
The water , the ocean blue that picks up every reflection from the sky. 
The blue that takes the bright orange ,pink ,red ,yellow and white flashes of the sun.
I cannot be these things ,because if I  were these things than who would be there to view this picturess sunset as I am right now.

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