Looked up to your atmosphere Saw a little girl with wings Painting the sky with the Clouds Brushing them up And letting them flow Like she did With her mommy's hair
No camera can capture what we are gifted to see with our eyes and imagination. What do you see in the clouds
The poetry of thoughts shines despite the deceit That lies beyond the kingdom of the forgotten For it is otherwise shackled by the extraneous resolve To bind it to mortal forms with the cross of the sheet
And the hammer of the pen.
From this mere p*rversion one can't help but marvel At the speed upon which we surrender to defeat And stand ready to relinquish newfound heavens For the sloppy aesthetics of poetry and prose
And the fate it can't but meet.
For we walk alone on the quicksand of time And it swallows us whole before we dare speak So breathe the fresh air before it goes stale And let every moment be a chance to exist
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I can't imagine what it's like To wake up free of fear And to be completely certain I have a purpose here Life would be so much easier If the past would disappear But I cant let go and the memories Only seem to get more clear
